News from the land of the lost
First of all, we're in countdown days. Yesterday was a month to wedding, now it's-wait, you'd think it would be 31 days - 1, but apparently I can't count. I'm getting 27. Well, let's say 28, not counting the day of. Is the catering contract signed? How about the dress? What about, oh, everything... Well, best to keep moving. I don't want to bog down in worry, when I know it's all going to go fine.
(Warning, this post gets crabby and then really depressing. You might want to just look at this picture of my wedding shawl and move on.
Thank you, Martine!)
This week I got the anti-birthday present from NPR: they've canceled my one and only decent news source, the Bryant Park Project. It drives me crazy that they put all kinds of effort into making a show that's different, interesting, entertaining and smart, and it's successful per its goals-but it can't bring in revenue because, just like PBS, there's no way to directly support the shows you love, unless you're a giant corporation or grantor. Maybe that's what I need to do, mount a campaign to find a grantor to fund the program! Ah hell. I'm trying to stop caring, but what it really means is going back to not knowing what the hell's going on in the world.
In other horrible news-and it is horrible, pause for a moment here because you can laugh at me, little miss never latched on to a TV show that ended ever, laughed at others for their devotion to shit like "Carnival," then take a deep breath... for the first time to my knowledge, someone I knew has been killed in action in our "war on terror." The son of a former coworker died in Afghanistan on Sunday and honestly, I think I'm only processing it now as I type-I read about it today. In fact, I read about it just as a number of my coworkers were getting ready for a memorial service for another man who went before his time, one I knew a little better and liked a lot, and who made our station a better place. And by extension, of course, he made the world a better place. Neither man will be forgotten, nor will their contributions.
Here, let's end on a note of hope. In looking for the story about Carlene's son, I saw this post about a successful Obama fundraiser for our incumbent gubernatorial candidate, Christine Gregoire, whom I like. Lots. And I dislike her opponent, lots. So what's hopeful here? Democrats coming back, for one, and the hilarity of the first two comments, for another.
I'm going to go read a silly mystery novel now. See you all on the bright side tomorrow.
(Warning, this post gets crabby and then really depressing. You might want to just look at this picture of my wedding shawl and move on.
Thank you, Martine!)
This week I got the anti-birthday present from NPR: they've canceled my one and only decent news source, the Bryant Park Project. It drives me crazy that they put all kinds of effort into making a show that's different, interesting, entertaining and smart, and it's successful per its goals-but it can't bring in revenue because, just like PBS, there's no way to directly support the shows you love, unless you're a giant corporation or grantor. Maybe that's what I need to do, mount a campaign to find a grantor to fund the program! Ah hell. I'm trying to stop caring, but what it really means is going back to not knowing what the hell's going on in the world.
In other horrible news-and it is horrible, pause for a moment here because you can laugh at me, little miss never latched on to a TV show that ended ever, laughed at others for their devotion to shit like "Carnival," then take a deep breath... for the first time to my knowledge, someone I knew has been killed in action in our "war on terror." The son of a former coworker died in Afghanistan on Sunday and honestly, I think I'm only processing it now as I type-I read about it today. In fact, I read about it just as a number of my coworkers were getting ready for a memorial service for another man who went before his time, one I knew a little better and liked a lot, and who made our station a better place. And by extension, of course, he made the world a better place. Neither man will be forgotten, nor will their contributions.
Here, let's end on a note of hope. In looking for the story about Carlene's son, I saw this post about a successful Obama fundraiser for our incumbent gubernatorial candidate, Christine Gregoire, whom I like. Lots. And I dislike her opponent, lots. So what's hopeful here? Democrats coming back, for one, and the hilarity of the first two comments, for another.
I'm going to go read a silly mystery novel now. See you all on the bright side tomorrow.