yeats=nostradamus

Yes, I have lost my words, so I'm using other people's again. I can't help it. I was on the subway and there was this guy taking up 2 seats during rush hour and he actually refused to scoot over when someone asked him, and he reminded me of a guy I saw the other day who was doing the same thing while reading "Unfit for Command" and sporting a Bush/Cheney button on his knapsack, and that time I just had a nasty thought about Republicans taking more than their fair share, and I wanted to ask him "So what's your favorite thing about Bush? The lying, or the incompetence? Based on your choice of reading material, I'm guessing it's the lying, but I wouldn't want to leap to conclusions based on thin evidence or anything." Of course I didn't, but I wanted to.

But today all I could think of was Yeats' description of the end of the world:

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

Which begs the question: Could those Rapture crazies be onto something?

evil twin

There are 2 of me.

One of us is freaking out about the state of the world, literally being brought to tears by the shameless lying and shameful acts of the administration, and the tragically uninspiring job that the good guys are doing. I have given money. I have signed petitions. I will vote, as always. But I feel powerless, and terrified, and outraged, and really, really sad.

The other me got a new sweater, a fuzzy one. And this me only wants to think about things that are shiny or soft or pretty. I think that makes her evil, because she needs to act, to work, to fight.

But I just can't picture her in a handlebar moustache.

I'm weak. But what can I do?

I need a dose of hope to break through the denial. Vaclav Havel said hope is "not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out." But he was strong. I want Hallmark Hope. "There, there, everything will be just fine" hope.

Where can I get some of that? Because otherwise it's going to take a lot of sweaters to get me through Election Day.

update madness

Why does it feel like more fun to post to this blog than to my old one?

Maybe it's the absurdity of someone who already has one blog that she never writes in adding a new one.

Or maybe it's the polka dots.

this blog rules

I had to create this blog so that I could post on John's. I can tell it's going to be a-freaking-mazing.

Yeah.