As Bill Keller says, good riddance to Mr. T., Mr. G. and Mr. H. They and many others in our government blacken and disgrace us more than any outside force can.
Hmm, I have to stop mulling over this stuff, it’s rather pointless and just gets me all moody. I mean, things aren’t all bad. I’ve got a desk, broadband, my blog back up, and having been getting oodles of cool music: Sigur Rós, more Jimmy Eat World, Dashboard Confessional, India Arie, The Gloria Record… As you can tell, I’m still going through my whole post-emo indie rock consumption phase (I bought like the whole Post-Parlo library a few weeks ago, hopefully I’ll be getting that soon; a former co-worker was drummer for two bands, Subset and Silver Scooter), and also getting into some shoegaze as it’s apparently called, and just some random stuff.
So it’s early Saturday morning now, and I’ve been surfing around, catching up on reading and thinking about how there are all these people who are way more talented than I (or at the very least, way way more accomplished) who are suddenly looking for work and it’s sorta weird. It’s one thing for your pals to be out of work, but actually I don’t know what I’m saying, it’s just weird and different and time flies and it’s 2002, not 1998 and… It’s late. The economy sucks.