Thursday, August 29, 2002
There are times when it
There are times when it sickens me to be an American. I feel like I did the last time a Bush was the President: that evil men, for their own gain, are pushing us into conflicts that most people don't want and don't agree with. Every day, reading the news, I am simply appalled that the people we "elected" (although I sure as hell didn't vote for him) are persuing another war with Iraq. Where are the Democrats? Why isn't anyone saying this is a horrible idea? Has the GOP bullied so many people about being "unpatriotic" re: the war on terror that no one wants to criticize misguided policies anymore? Please, someone stop this before I consider moving to Canada.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
Back from California, back at
The thing that really sticks out from my trip was how often we talked about 9/11 during it. I suppose it was inevitable, with the anniversary coming up and my having been in Manhattan at the time. The view from my desk is out to the gaping hole in the skyline where the WTC once stood, so it isn't like I don't think about it every day, but I really don't want to. Especially on vacation. But it is this...thing...that sits in the center of my chest like the crater does in the bottom of the city.
Saturday, August 24, 2002
Orange, CA - Away in
Orange, CA - Away in California on vacation, visiting in-laws and old friends.
Went to the new Disney mega-complex on Tuesday. Was amazed at the consistancy of the Disney brand and the typography of their new signs. Disney's California Adventure, I was surprised to find, is all done in Arts & Crafts style. I hate it when things I like become popular/coopted by The Man (Michael Eisner in this case).
Went to Tom and Annet's bungalow for dinner last night. It's strange how you can be close to people you only see once a year. But then, thinking on it, most of my close friends I only see a few times a year. Distance and being the parent of a toddler make more frequent meetings impossible. Ah well.
Friday, August 16, 2002
My first blog. Like everything
My first blog. Like everything else on the internet, I am the last person on the planet to do it. Frankly, I don't even know what I'm going to be writing in this space. I pretentiously said this would be a blog for musings on life and design. It'll likely end up a space for rants, half-baked thoughts, and other narcissistic crap. Paul Westerberg has a song on his new album Stereo called "Boring Enormous." Maybe that is what I should have called this blog. Happy reading. Welcome to my world.
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