A blog is a species

Posted by on Feb 25, 2005 · No Comments

A blog is a species of interactive electronic diary by means of which the unpublishable, untrammeled by editors or the rules of grammar, can communicate their thoughts via the web.

Given the quality of the writing in the blogs I have seen, I doubt that many of the Blog People are in the habit of sustained reading of complex texts.

If a fraction of [the "Blog People"] were devoted to buying books and providing librarians for the library-starved children of California, the effort would be of far more use to humanity and society.

Someone needs to tell President ALA about pamie.com. Ironically, it was an article in the Library Journal (via Publishers Weekly) that led to the very first bookdrive.

[thanks to Jennifer for the link]

Calling All Units

Posted by on Feb 24, 2005 · No Comments

Be on the lookout for Ray’s El Camino.

Dear Pamie, First, congratulations on

Posted by on Feb 24, 2005 · No Comments

Dear Pamie,

First, congratulations on your recent wedding. Good luck to you and stee; you deserve the best. Tell djb I would have totally taken his sublet if I, you know, lived in New York.

Use the Comments Feature For Good

Posted by on Feb 24, 2005 · No Comments

pamie-

i’m starting a “chick lit” (female authors ages 20-40) bookclub at my apartment complex, and “why girls are weird” is the first selection (mainly b/c i’ve already read it and can claim to have touched you- met you at the bookppl pitstop, bolted to recover from appendectomy).

any suggestions on other books for the club?

thanks, and i hope all is well with you. i’ve not read your site too much lately, as my baby’s been taking up a lot of time… kids — man, they alter the space-time realm of life…

-irene

(forwarded from my friend Andy)

Posted by on Feb 24, 2005 · No Comments

Dear Andy,

I am going to Chad. Yes, Chad. In Africa. It is one of the poorest countries in the world today and yet one of the most generous. I’m going and I need your help.

I am going to Chad this April because over the last year 200,000 people have gone there before me. These people are refugees fleeing the horrors of civil war and genocide in the Darfur region of western Sudan. They have lost everything. And those are the lucky ones. 100,000 people have been slaughtered in what the United Nations calls the “worst humanitarian crisis in the world today.”

I am going to Chad because I don’t agree with the belief that Americans care only about themselves. I know in my heart we all have a passion for idealism – a desire to make an impact in the world. Just look at the amazing outpour of support for the victims of the tsunami. This might be a naive attitude but I really believe what we do and say still matters around the world.

I am going because over half of the refugees in Chad are children. One of my passions in life is working with and helping kids. Seeing the pictures of the haunted, yet still smiling refugee children made me realize what I must make everyone understand Chad is ground zero in the fight to save the youth of the world.

I am not a doctor or aid worker and there’s a reason “Sitcom Writers Without Borders” hasn’t been created. But I am going to raise money for — and awareness of — the people who are the true heroes the doctors, nurses, and aid workers of the International Medical Corps (IMC). Please go to www.imcworldwide.org for more information on this amazing organization.

THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN.

I have committed to raising at least $50,000 for IMC. While in Chad, I will be volunteering with the IMC. The money I raise will go directly towards immunizing children, caring for pregnant women, providing food and water and, most importantly, building a small hospital to care for over 200,000 refugees and 100,000 Chadians.

I am paying my own way on this trip. Every penny I raise goes straight to the Sudan/Chad Relief fund. I know this is a hard time but I ask you to be as generous as you can. I am donating $2500 but any amount will make a profound difference.

Please send your tax-deductible contribution directly to the International Medical Corps at 1919 Santa Monica Blvd., Los Angeles, Ca. 90404-1950. Designate it “Sudan Relief Fund — Bycel Project.”

I am going to Chad because after seeing the powerful film “Hotel Rwanda”, I listened as people walked out asking two questions, “How did this happen?” and “Why didn’t we do anything?” Well, it is happening right now in the Sudan and your donation will go a long way to making sure no one will ever ask that question again.

If you are interested in donating or have any questions about my trip or IMC, please let me know. I would also ask you to forward this email to anyone you think might be interested in donating. Thanks for taking the time to read this letter.

Josh

Pamie – I’m a semi-regular

Posted by on Feb 24, 2005 · No Comments

Pamie -

I’m a semi-regular reader (although I never comment), and I was wondering if you would be kind enough to mention my cause on your blog.

I’m running a marathon this year to raise money for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. I ran my first half-marathon at Disney World in January, and decided it went well enough to go for the whole thing this summer. I figured if I was going to put that much work into something, it might as well be for a good cause, right?

Right.

Bookmark Now

Bookmark Now

Posted by on Feb 24, 2005 · No Comments

My name’s jacked on this older version of the cover, but I’m also a contributor to this upcoming anthology:

dan needs the love too, y’all

Posted by on Feb 22, 2005 · No Comments

Adopt Me A Little – Caleb, despite being the worst father who has ever roamed the earth, makes Lindsay’s day when he commits to adopting her. Later, he ruins her day when he’s all, “Psych!” and pulls his hand away at the last second. Why? Worst father ever.

What Last Night Looked Like

Posted by on Feb 22, 2005 · No Comments

A cloudburst and clogged drains left about two feet of water standing on the Hollywood Freeway in Hollywood on Monday night, halting traffic in both directions at Santa Monica Boulevard. Hundreds of vehicles were stranded in the water, and traffic backed up for five miles in both directions, remaining at a standstill in spots even five hours later. The freeway reopened about 11:45 p.m.

We, luckily, were driving over it at Santa Monica, but it was one of the craziest things I’d ever seen. People were running through the streets to look down at the highway — at least eighty to one hundred people running in the dark, through the rain, to stare. Fire engines whipped past. Helicopters were overhead. And as Dan pointed out, people were still trying to get on the 101 from Santa Monica. Like, “Wow, that’s a lot of water. Sure looks dangerous. And you assholes made fun of me for buying a Hummer. Take that!”

Sing it, Sara.

Posted by on Feb 21, 2005 · No Comments

Sing it, Sara.