Archive | August, 2011
What a great song. Billy Vera:
I just love that Dar Williams wrote a song about therapy:
The mainstream media are shrugging at Lawrence Wilkerson, Colin Powell’s former chief of staff, who has started an interesting campaign to bring Dick Cheney to justice for war crimes…
Sonny & Cher:
Was coverage of the hurricane too intense? A better question is why don’t politicians and the media put the same amount of energy into covering the economic disaster still unfolding right under their noses?
First of all, most judges won’t enforce this for someone who isn’t strategically important. Second, it will be seen as coerced under duress — and third, it very well could be forged. Hope someone steps up to help her!
Hotter than yesterday, but not too humid. The last day of August, and you know what that means: Only 30 days until my birthday!
I went out to Murph’s for pizza with my friend last night, and we were talking about how really awful the long-term outlook is now. “But in a strange sort of way, it’s so overwhelming that it’s become really useful in keeping me more in the moment,” I told him. “You know? Like right now, I’m sitting here having dinner with my friend and we’re talking and it’s all good, right this moment. And that’s all there is, but it’s a lot.”
I keep reminding myself.