Month: September 2008

Good God, will I be glad when 2008 is over.  I am sick of politics, heartsick about the endless us vs them battle and the unremitting hate.  Enough.   

I want a little grace.  Is that too much to ask?? I want to see intelligence, hope, tolerance, unity, not just in America but with the rest of the world, and advancement in knowledge in all fields and understanding about ourselves and others, and progress in protecting the environment.  I’m going to die, there’s nothing I can do about it.  I’d like to die seeing that the people who come after me have just as much a chance to live their short time on earth as pleasantly as I got to live mine, if not more so.  I want to see progress made towards improving the lives of those who aren’t getting to live their lives as pleasantly.  And again, I am not talking just about Americans.  Or even humans.  I’m talking about all life.  Okay, maybe not certain viruses.

Here Finney and I close our eyes and dream of better days.  We are wimps.  We admit it.

Bones is back tonight!!  Bones is back!!  This is my favorite show.  Oh, and don’t get me started about Zack. Wait, I have to find what I originally said.  Okay, I got myself started. Here’s what I said at the end of last season:

“I read an interview with the creator saying something along the lines of “as long as it gets people talking.” I hate when people justify bad moves with this kind of logic. You could have Seeley plunge a knife into the heart of Bones, killing her instantly, and that would have people talking, but does it make narrative, emotional sense? I loved the whole Gormogon thread, and to wrap it up so hastily and badly and with Zack as the apprentice? Zack?? Come on. Please. That was out of nowhere and is simply not plausible, there is no history to explain Zack going along with this serial killer AND committing murder. It was just so stupid, from a show that has never been stupid. What happened to everyone over there? Seriously. What pushed you to this? I know you know better.”

I stand by everything I said.  I’m heartbroken still over the loss of Zack.  Even if they bring him back, we have lost the Zack we knew.  That said, I’m still in.  They made a mistake, A VERY BAD MISTAKE, but I’m still in.  Let’s see what they do now.

I ended up staying home the other day and missed this.  (The picture was posted by barrianne on Flickr.)

What can I say?  It was hot, I’m a slug, and I had a good book (Gateway by Frederik Pohl).

Lo-sah.

Speaking of books, Nothing to Be Frightened Of by Julian Barnes.  Review here.

Could there be a more perfect book for me?

No.  Unless it was illustrated with pictures of cute animals.

When I was a volunteer downtown during the recovery effort at the WTC, I was told that after the 1993 bombing, the terrorists stood in this window and watched the aftermath.  This place is diagonally across the street from St. Paul’s, which sits on the northeast corner of the site.  

I don’t know how true it is, but that was what I was told.

I’m meeting one of my detectives friends for breakfast in a few minutes.  We have breakfast together regularly.  I’ve remained friends with most of the people I got to know during that book (The Restless Sleep).  This guy is even friends with one of my brothers now!  It’s nice.  They were a good group of guys.

Of course the 9/11 anniversary is coming up.  A bunch of the 9/11 volunteers and recovery workers will be meeting for lunch that day.  I must seem so 9/11 obsessed, but I swear I’m not.  Only the positive parts really, which are the friends I’ve made.

So, today feels like Monday, doesn’t it?  It also still feels like a holiday.  But I should get some work done.  Hmmm.  Actually, I should get ready for my friend who is about to pick me up.

It’s 8:41am and already I’ve listened to that duet from Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog about a dozen times. It’s the one where Dr. Horrible and Penny sing about good and evil. I forgot it existed, and I was just reminded of it.  It’s such a lovely, perfect little song. Oh wait!! I can embed it! Let me try … nope, too big. It’s called On the Rise or I Cannot Believe My Eyes (there doesn’t seem to be agreement about the title).

Speaking of lovely and perfect, I took this picture the other day. I was aiming for the little one, who was so deftly playing with whatever toy he was holding, but look at his brother’s face! Lovely and perfect, except he looks a little sad.  Which I guess goes back to that duet.  It’s both, “Hopes and dreams are shattering apart, And crashing to the ground,” and “I believe there’s good in everybody’s heart. Keep it safe and sound.”