the airport and some Californians

Today I learned by helping drop off our visitor that even at 5:30 am the Tucson airport reeks of exhaust fumes. It was still kind of neat to be able to go along for the ride.

Onward to the news. On Friday, AsianWeek, a San Francisco newspaper with a circulation of about 48,000, demonstrated a, um, lack of judgment by publishing a column titled "Why I Hate Blacks" written by a young man who has now earned his fifteen minutes of infamy. He has also, as pointed out by angry asian man, earned himself some songs that predate the current controversy. As you would expect, I had to go track down the offending document, so here it is, in its almost-funny unbelievability.

Moving south to Los Angeles, people are wondering what, exactly, a fifteen-year-old tagger was thinking when he spray-painted his nickname on the window of a bus carrying not only his school's principal and the mayor, but also a photographer. I obviously don't know the kid, but I would bet it was something along the lines of, "Hey, a blank surface!"

Here in Arizona, it's mourning dove nesting season again, and from our first vine tenant we only got one egg that was sporadically sat on, so here's a picture of it, a chicken egg, and the ostrich egg.