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I read more than a couple reviews of the Smashing Pumpkins’ Zeitgeist today, and for awhile they had me in a near panic. About 4 out of 5 thought the piece was better-than-expected-if-still-not-great, and the remaining 1 of 5 would think it was crap-crap-crap.

In July, 2003, I was Jess and I were living on Maryland Ave., on the Eastside of Flint. The neighborhood had changed pretty dramatically since I had last lived there. In the 80s it was poor and crime-infested, in the 90s, it was just poor, and by 2003 it was crime infested again.

This entry will be brief because I’ve spent most of the morning reading (with great anxiety) the misgiven rumblings about Smashing Pumpkins’ Zeitgeist which will be released in twelve hours, give or take. Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my.

– Yesterday I tried to write some, but no dice. I watched some Lost with Jess and read some Aristotle.

– ALMANAC SAYS –
Musician Louis Armstrong died, 1971.

– COUNTRY OF THE WEEK –
Cook Islands

– QUESTION OF THE DAY –
Which country (other than the country you live in) do you think has the coolest flag?

First, I don’t got much this week (fireworks shock), so you should read this.

Second, just because of what week it is, I’m thinking about the age old question of patriotism vs. nationalism. Gemma has written about this a number of times, and I’ve basically agreed with everything she’s said on the subject.

– PROBLEM WITH THIS BLOG –
I’m having a coding problem in Internet Explorer whereby none of the posts appear. I’ve spent about an hour looking for this problem in Blogger and have tried several solutions and have written Blogger Help (they haven’t responded).

– Last night was unremarkable, except that I did get around to writing in my journal, did not get around to cleaning, or writing anything substantial, and did get around to watching an episode of Monk with Jessica. Which was fun.

– Quite a week: I can’t keep up. Unfortunately I didn’t draft even one Silurians story; something I’ll have to make up for this week. I did, however, read a lot of Greek History. That, and Jess and I have been watching Lost.

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Often, at work, I feel incredibly restless, and I want to make any excuse I can think of and excuse myself. The idea is to go home and write. I have the impression that time is running out; that distance, money, possessions, contact, friendship, talent, beauty, thought, and all other resources can be collapsed into just one: time.