The World Today...

It's one of those news days offering so little that CNN is still covering the faux near-death balloon story. Great... So I guess the latest significant, albeit ridiculous, thing that happened in domestic news was Obama's Nobel Peace Prize... and no he didn't deserve it. Since that's a dated story, my only two options here are looking outside this American bubble I feel so trapped in, or not writing about "news" at all. Eenie meenie minie... no wait... see, the problem with bloggers, often times, is that we want people to read our stuff. We want EVERYBODY to read our stuff... so we end up approaching our writing like popular musicians approach their "art." To write when one does not actually want to write... when one just wants to be read is, frankly, what I'm doing right now. Writing as a means to an end is trash...

After some soul searching...

The Half-Sentence

I'm pretty ashamed of my growing impatience, although I don't think I'm wrong to blame it on the techie world. You know that ridiculous feeling you get when you are chatting with someone online... someone you find yourself uniquely infatuated with... or about some juicy, or particularly thought provoking shit... and they write half a sentence then press enter, then their boss calls on the phone and has them doing some work-related stuff for a half-hour. After about a minute or so of waiting you realize that the person got pulled off to do something, although the thought crosses your mind that the person may have realized that they don't want to say whatever they were going to say... so they stop themselves and try and complete the sentence in a less harmful way. What could it be, you think? and then...