My job is making me a racist. I probably mean something very different by this than you might expect. Perhaps because my definition of “racism” is as much “awareness of race” as anything else. I could go into an extensive…
Category: Politics (n.): a strife of interests masquerading
3,991 and Counting
Like high inflation, everyone’s proclivity toward debt, and the Iraq War, StoreyTelling being inundated with a deluge of spam comments is looking like part of the reality I’m just going to have to adjust to. The one spam comment per…
Now Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Monarchy
Well that was fun, wasn’t it, kids? We got to live for a day. We got to dream. Those of you more politically inclined, and certainly more Democratically (big-D and little-d) inclined than I got to run around, shake hands,…
It’s Always Tuesday
It’s 4:30 A.M. on a Tuesday It doesn’t get much worse than this In beds in little rooms in buildings in the middle of these lives which are completely meaningless -Counting Crows, “Perfect Blue Buildings” I have 20 minutes to…
Land Ho!
Tuesday afternoon must’ve been pretty inspiring. Walking back from the subject of my last post, my mind was already fomenting the issues at play in this one. It’s probably a good thing that I don’t have more time to write…
And Now for Something Completely Different
No update from the trip that was today. Or at least not yesterday, bleeding into today as it now is. I was fully intending to, and I was probably going to do some other stuff with my night as well,…
Life as an Emotional Ocean
I don’t think I could possibly encapsulate what the last week has looked like in my life, but you can tell it looked like something with the absence of all the posts. It’s like someone going quiet in a room…
It’s Bad to Be Right
Maybe I should’ve made numeric predictions after all. What’s utterly hilarious to me about the current political situation is how the script of what’s going on ratchets back and forth so quickly. Two weeks ago, this was Hillary’s nomination to…
Independence
Yesterday was rather surreal, all told, and a good bit volatile as well in the face of some long odds and a decent amount of personal boredom. I am in what I might describe as a sort of fugue state…
It’s Good to Be Wrong
And now I’m back. From outer space. If by “outer space,” I mean “a cabin in the woods with the Garin Clan.” And I do. As far as Iowa goes, Henry Clay once said “I’d rather be right than President.”…