Flash

This picture pretty much explains the nature of my relationship with my daughter--the wild child kicking up dust and racing towards danger.

On Faith

Here is an interesting forum in the Washington Post. I like this blogger's opinion of faith, which is basically an idealistic vision of peace and respectful disagreement among people of different faiths. It just sounds so rational, like anyone with a normal brain should be able to agree with that sentiment. But I guess that is how we all feel about our deeply held beliefs, and thus the conflict.

Progress

Updates

I didn't get the job.
Kunkey's ear fell off.
Not sure which is more devastating.

Fake is so hot right now

I'm not interested in quality, authenticity, talent, or the so-called "real" these days. I want my food processed, my celebrities enhanced, my news filtered for entertainment value, and my boobs inflated and lifted. Real life is just so 1994. Can you imagine seeing a real, wrinkled (but still lovely) 40-something Faith Hill on a magazine cover? If you did, you might go into shock. What if this Jojo song were not pitch-shifted all to hell? It wouldn't be nearly so catchy, in fact it would suck. What if pop stars actually performed live, without vocal back-up assistant? Gimme my $75 back--that's what you'd say. What if the only stories on the news were about global warming? I just hope I stay plugged into the Matrix for awhile, cause it's gonna suck when I have to take that red pill!

Dropping the big one(s)

This past week was the anniversary of the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. A review of the main events makes you wonder if insanity was contagious, like a plague, during that time: the Italians had fascism, Germany had Hitler and Holocaust, Russia had Stalin and Communism, Japan had an emperor (who wanted to take over all of Asia), China had Mao, and the USA had the atom bomb.

Carl Sagan says...

Damn, where have I been?

I was really getting into the groove of writing every day, but then something happened. It happens every time. For some unknown reason, some force in the universe, some mystical cosmical wind blows in every few years and I can't help myself. I get focused. I get nearsighted and suddenly I realize, oh my God, I'm addicted to politics again.

It is so sad. I can't go a day without reading the Washington Post (online). I check my blogs. I read books (Al Gore and Barack Obama this month). I sneer at Republicans and debate random strangers. And all for what? So I can get depressed and bore my friends and my husband? Aaron and I have this ongoing debate about the importance or lack thereof of being informed about current events. I'm winning the debate, naturally, because I pull out quotes like this bad boy from Thomas Jefferson: "A nation that expects to be ignorant and free expects what never was and never will be." How can you argue? I mean, I'm sure you can, but it is a pretty kick ass quote.

Anyway, the cycle is the same. I get obsessed, I get excited, I get self-righteous, I get angry, I get disallusioned, I get depressed, and then I get over it. Here's to being over it (or so I say until tomorrow when Bush does something outrageous).