
| Paris Hilton's parents breeze past line on visit, while others wait hours |
| By Raquel Maria Dillon Associated Press San Jose Mercury News |
| Article Launched:06/13/2007 06:24:13 AM PDT |
| LOS ANGELES - Paris Hilton's parents visited their daughter after breezing past others waiting to see loved ones - an incident that raised new complaints that the heiress is receiving special treatment. The visit Tuesday came less than a week after Hilton was reassigned to house arrest days after being jailed for violating parole. The 26-year-old socialite and reality TV star was later ordered back to jail. Alvina Floyd, one visitor to the Twin Towers Correctional Facility, waited more than four hours to visit her fiance. It normally takes two hours, and Floyd, 20, blamed the Hiltons for the delay. "I have to be at work later," she said. "I can't wait here all day." Shatani Alverson, 23, said she was hustled out of the jail's visiting room moments after her husband walked in because of the Hiltons. She was told to come back after lunch. Steve Whitmore, a sheriff's spokesman, said it was routine for high-profile inmates to receive visitors during lunch, a time when the visiting room is normally cleared out and closed. The visit came shortly after the Los Angeles County Board of Supervisors ordered Sheriff Lee Baca to respond by next week to allegations of favoritism for reassigning Hilton to house arrest. At the time, Baca cited an undisclosed medical condition as the reason for making the decision. Hilton was sent to a medical ward, where sheriff's officials said it costs $1,109.78 a day to house a female inmate compared with $99.64 a day in the general population. Mary Tiedeman, who regularly visits the jails as a monitor for the ACLU, said the area where Hilton was being housed was usually reserved for high-security inmates or those worse off than Hilton has appeared. "I don't know what her health issue is, but you have got to have a pretty intense medical or mental health problem to be in that part of the jail," she said. Meanwhile, the Endeavor talent agency has dropped Hilton from its roster of clients, Michael Donkis, a spokesman for the company, said Tuesday. "She is no longer a client," he said, declining further comment. Hilton has been represented by the Beverly Hills-based agency since 2005. |
When I was a kid a rite of passage was the adult-free picnic. It consisted of a drink and some crackers, and a walk around the corner to the first available bit of grass that was not someone's back yard.
Armistead Maupin has written a new book connected to his Tales Of The City series. It's out tomorrow, but an excerpt was printed in today's San Francisco Chronicle.
There has been a couple of TV-series based on the series, but those aren't very good. The books are, though. They tell the story of life in San Francisco in the 1970's and 1980's and they are fantastic and real at the same time.
Memorial Day: "Originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation's service." Observed last Monday of May. I wrote this story for Memorial Day 2003 (in Swedish).
When I was still living in Sweden and still doing media research I had this image on my office wall. It shows a man watching TV at a camping site on the island of Öland. It's by Swedish photographer Lars Tunbjörk. The exhibit was called "A country beside itself".
Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka (1954) is the famous Supreme Court case that led to the nationwide desegregation of schools, and spurred the civil rights movement.It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
copyright 1988 Shane MacGowan & Jem Finer
My ipod lets me listen to the Swedish news while I am on the trail. Itunes lets me buy music I miss.