July 14, 2004

• this horizon
  
  Our conversation was moving
  With continental drift as I
  Labored to find a way to
  Make her laugh or at least
  Talk of something light
  Like something warm
  Or a feeling that floats.
  
  And she said that hate
  Came by way of the Los Angeles Port
  Snaking into the harbour under
  The cover of a thick green haze - 
  A miasma, chilly and moist
  Kissing every crate from a distance.
  
  And I said that the world
  Was drinking coffee and that
  The cup is lukeharm in all these hands
  Where our eyes are lost in the swirl
  Of a melting cream moving in
  A way that’s bland and occasionally,
  Campy and snarky.
  
  And she continued with the crates
  That swayed to CB radio and lonely
  Trucker banter or arguments with
  AM chatter in a place where
  Passing headlights toil as a backbone
  Brooking the drone of rubber
  Chasing pavement like man.
  
  And for a moment, I understood
  Because while it fails to tickle
  And isn’t meant to warm you
  There’s a place for it in everyone
  As the shaded side of love -
  A lesson in globalization.
  
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  mexico city olympics, 1968 (Life Magazine)
  
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  Goals are like spouses–make a bad choice, and you could spend years wondering when the fun starts. 
  - Scott Douglas of Runner’s World
  
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  Right now, I’m loving running like crazy.  If hitting the trail is akin to marriage, I’m past the seven year itch and it’s a second honeymoon all over again.  Just me and road!  It’s like a drug… even in the sometimes +100 heat. 
  
  Things are busy and I can’t believe how much happens in just a year.  Think of all those things you can never imagine and then, imagine yourself there in the thick of most of it… with a lot more coming your way.  Maybe life boils down to a man, his dog, and his goals.  And everything else is icing (really, really nice icing).
  
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  reasonable people disagreeing!
  are we loathe to cheer?  (or cheer?)

  remember bremer’s speech?
  b.ehrenreich over dowd (yes,yes,yes)
  wilson is in hot water (hmm)
  
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  Right or Left: If you’re politically-inclined…
  yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes
  
  

  Yes. (This is why I throw my shoes when watching the news.)
  
  Let’s join the Anti- Hysteria Party. 
  
  —
  
  WaPost re: AIDS
  This year the United States will spend $2.4 billion on the pandemic, nearly twice as much as all other donor governments combined…
  
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  So Nice:
  
  
  
  play the c chord*
  
  *the 2/2 CD is unbelievable.  “all done wrong”

  
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  good commercial.  watching.
  

  
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  What the…
  
  “Berger and his lawyer said Monday night he knowingly removed the handwritten notes by placing them in his jacket, pants and socks, and also inadvertently took copies of actual classified documents in a leather portfolio.”
  
  HIS SOCKS?!? 
  

                                              Socks or not… this is just weird.
  

  
  Here’s more from the Washington Post:
  
  “A government official with knowledge of the probe said Berger removed from archives files all five or six drafts of a critique of the government’s response to the millennium terrorism threat, which he said was classified “codeword,” the government’s highest level of document security.”
  
  ALL five or six drafts.  That’s unsettling.  Outrage and conspiracy theories need to be bipartisan things.  Can you imagine the frenzy (rising to a feverish media scream) had it been Condoleeza Rice (National Security Advisors are food: Berger, Rice… whoever wins needs to keep this trend… say, Foccacia) or Giuliani or anyone from the “other side” involved in the hearings?
  
  It would just be nice if the sword hit everyone on the head the same.
  

  
  Matt11:28

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