I'd need a GPS to track these mood swings.
Last week I compiled a list of newspaper articles that make one want to end it all. I won't repeat. At any rate, it's all old news now; it was almost old news when it was published. We fail in Iraq, as usual. At home, I wonder if we're doing much better. It's hard not to despair about the lack of a good way out of a particularly doomed political climate abroad (and even here, despite the oft cited new congress, things aren't blazingly bright, are they?). I despair about it and I haven't even experienced it. I worry for the troops and their return. Is this all very post-modern angst and dissolution? Or is it po-po-mo? Haven't we reached po-po-po-mo? What else can one say? I don't think my attempt at empathy really goes that far.
So, this week I'm starting to compile a list of things to live for. Here goes:
This Thursday: going to The City (à la Eddie Izzard) to see The History Boys.
December 22nd: Siblings get together.
March: The Mountain Goats come to town.
Every Two Weeks: Ann and I share something interesting in life, or we share recommendations for how to keep life worth living.
Have I forgotten anything? Please reming me.
And just to end on a positive note, Thanksgiving at home, contrarily to more dire expectations, went quite smoothly. I made a soup and an apple pie, both of which were tasty. I got together with Ann and sat at the beach and we bitched about our lives for hours. And got real Mexican food. What could be better?
So, this week I'm starting to compile a list of things to live for. Here goes:
This Thursday: going to The City (à la Eddie Izzard) to see The History Boys.
December 22nd: Siblings get together.
March: The Mountain Goats come to town.
Every Two Weeks: Ann and I share something interesting in life, or we share recommendations for how to keep life worth living.
Have I forgotten anything? Please reming me.
And just to end on a positive note, Thanksgiving at home, contrarily to more dire expectations, went quite smoothly. I made a soup and an apple pie, both of which were tasty. I got together with Ann and sat at the beach and we bitched about our lives for hours. And got real Mexican food. What could be better?