my brother is so much smarter and more articulate than I am… and I am so with him all the way. {edit: it should work now... sorry about the false promise of actual words. I'm glad that I'm incapable of doing the simplest internet-related task.}
I can only dream of being half the journalist he already is. (for real, read the article, y'all.) But it's sick to be worrying about my own aspirations when there is so much to be said and done that is so, so important.
on an entirely irrelevant note, I can't read or hear about FEMA without thinking of D.Stein... Zach Green's intense roommate and an important member of Team Special... because he wrote the case neg and now their names are irrevocably linked. (see what this activity does to you? FEMA and D.Stein- I mean, seriously?)