What I Am Is What You Are Or What?
I think I may understand what was bothering me yesterday: it wasn’t that I was supposed to do something, but that something was going to happen.
And for some reason I keep singing Eddie Brickell songs in my head. For days. So maybe everything is not ok. I don’t really know.
I love the NY Times. A Modest Proposal, indeed! Go for it, Bill. And Can John Ashcroft Overcome His Ideology? I don’t think so, but what the hell do I know?
