Yesterday, I came home to a Michigan sky, though the air didn't smell like the Lake. It was perfumed with age and dust. The pavement felt tired, wearing its cracks like pinstripes on Clarence Darrow's suit, like tracers over Afghanistan.

The War on Christmas

Tech Dependence

I write this from my desk at work in an old fashioned word processor. A large section of North West DC, including my office is without internet access and no signal from the Powers That Be, when our connectivity will return. Although I'm still (obviously) obsessed with external communication, it's liberating. I spent my morning culling my inbox, catching up on paperwork, organizing my to-dos… NOT checking what's happening with Amy Winehouse, Britney Spears, and Ron Paul. NOT checking the wonk blogs or browsing the news of the day, and it's liberating. I feel unencumbered and less upset by the ugly ugly place that the World is. Will this inspire a new set of internetting rules? Probably not. But it's good to realize that there is a way to ease the ill feeling that I get in the pit of my stomach some mornings as I check up on 'friends' blogs and catch up on the wars… Maybe knowing is half the battle.

Yuck

One of the creepiest things I've ever seen.

Sparky came to visit during Thanksgiving.

First Snow

It's the dusty kind that I remember from late October days in Michigan. Mixing with dead oak leaves that breezes rattle against the sidewalk, it didn't look like something real. Convincing oneself that the autumn would last a little longer, continuing to layer sweater upon sweatshirt, tights under jeans, not wanting to switch to a winter coats and boots.

It gets dark so early now, the long shadows of buildings are cold by late afternoon. I miss the sun.

(I also miss my digital camera. Camera phones are fun but they take fucking crappy photos.)