Okay, so here I am. Deadline met. Brief respite from this summer’s chronic busy-ness. Whew.<\/p>\n
I woke up in the dark this morning and sipped hot, sweet tea as I watched dawn creep in. Watching the world go from black to gray to subtle color has always been one of my favorite things. After months of barely noticing my surroundings, this quiet morning was especially welcome.<\/p>\n
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But lounging around in my nightshirt sipping Ahmad English #1<\/a>, however much a treat it may be for me, doesn’t make great blog fodder.<\/p>\n Better blogitude comes from worse news: like the fedgov’s chief spy boss lying his head off — to an audience of uber-hackers, yet! — while news emerges simultaneously discrediting every word he utters<\/a>.<\/p>\n ADDED (via a comment from zelda): And the worse news may already be producing such uber-creepy results as this<\/a>. Though of course, we, the Enemies of the State, are not privileged to know how or why the OverGovernment targets us. Sigh.<\/p>\n But back to blogging.<\/p>\n Better blogitude even comes from homeless shih tzus nursing lost kittens<\/a>.<\/p>\n Even if I told you my nightshirt features a moose wearing fuzzy slippers, a pink polka-dotted bathrobe, and sunglasses and declaring “I don’t do mornings” (which it does; in fact here’s one pretty much like it<\/a>), that still wouldn’t be worth dashing to the blog for, now would it?<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n News (the worse the better) always makes for easy blogging. But increasingly when I read or listen to news, I feel as if I’m on some other planet than the people doing the reporting. Driving around this morning listening to NPR discussing the “differences” between Fed candidates<\/a> Larry Summers and Janet Yellen put me in that state. Differences? What differences? (Other than the fact that Summers is an “outie” and Yellen presumably an “innie” — which ought to be irrelevant — they might as well be clones of each other for purposes of what they’d do to the country once in power.)<\/p>\n It’s like the “differences” between Lilliput and Blefuscu on the matter of cracking eggs<\/a>.<\/p>\n