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“Let me try to give a schematic plan, with just a few snapshots…because I’m sure I couldn’t summon up all of the magical millions of moments, and then headcreep, well, you might be disappointed that I’d left something out. 🙂 I assure you, I’m appreciative of it all.

COMMENTS:
– Yesterday I bore down at work and did all of the honest work to be done in an effort to count some hours, but in the end, I still left at 1:30. It remains to be seen how long I’ll be here today.

The following headlines made the front page of the Flint Journal‘s Sunday Edition this week, instead of a public housing debacle requiring immediate attention.

Get plenty of sunshine, doctor says
Fenton man is still a guy’s guy despite loss in contest

215 families are losing their housing subsidies they’ve already been promised due to mismanagement by the Flint Housing Commission (which does not even leave a phone number at which to be contacted).

Yesterday, I wrote that the “Republican party this day is perceived as active, robust, and muscular, as opposed to a Democratic party that is always on the retreat, entrenched in big cities surrounded by seas of red. At some point (because this is a democracy), if democrats are to win back the influence they’ve lost, they’re going to have to be seen as willing to fight for their constituencies.”

COMMENTS:
– Yesterday, in the end, was somewhat interesting. I got home from work. I finished The Man who Outgrew his Prison Cell, by Joe Loya. It is the first time I’ve read a piece of finished, extended prose by a friend, and I was struck repeatedly by the fact that I knew the voice behind the words.

Maybe this is a bit of a cop out of an opinion, but I don’t see what’s so complicated about the solution.

This situation: yes. I certainly agree. In short, the Democrats have been filibustring many of Bush’s judicial nominees (significantly, not as many as the Republicans filibustered among Clinton’s).

I’ve tried writing this post several times, but each time I start to hate the way it begins to sound.

Something I’m dealing with among all the other chaos in my life right now it trying to reconcile the choice to live… the willingness to go to great lengths to live… in a city I’ve been continually lambasting for the last eight years.

Please, for goodness sake, all of you: STOP TALKING LIKE YODA!

It’s an old joke.

It isn’t funny.

It never was, frankly.

It’s ancient, like the French surrendering, or that whole thing with your mother last night.

I took the political quiz at http://www.politicalcompass.org/. My score put me well to the left, economically, and strongly in favor of personal freedoms, socially. Internationally, I was closest in proximity to the Dalai Lama, with Nelson Mandela a close second.

COMMENTS:
– What an extraordinary weekend!
FRIDAY , I got out of work at 5:15 after no lunch; no complaints, but pretty busy for a weekday. I rode to Hyde Park and stopped at 57th Street Books to pick up the Michelin Green Guide to New York City.