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For someone who writes bitter, snide “jokes” (although more recently, “angry rants”) about people who admittedly deserve it, and deserve it more by the day, what a lovely, honest long comment about Alaska this was to find among the common foolishness, hundreds of comments down the line and spotted just when I needed it most:
“I could never accurately describe the magnificence of the surrounding area. It’s something you really have to see to understand. Even though I don’t think I could ever move back there given the lack of job opportunities in my field, I still miss it terribly at times. I don’t believe I’ll ever rid myself completely of the heartbreak of being so far away from an area I love so deeply, to which I have no viable options for return. I have never found anything that compares to the feeling of standing alone in a field of snow, away from any hint of civilization, and staring at the stars as the northern lights drift by in waves overhead. Honestly, even thinking about it makes me want to cry, it’s just too beautiful.”
My instincts, of course, have been recalibrated to twitch and sneer at that last sentence. Not tonight. The days have been crushing.
I just don’t know if I’ll be able to handle more of this shit, without a break, at least a week, in Outer Space or at the very least Florida, if things turn out the exact way they are supposed to in North Carolina & Indiana tomorrow. Obama by five, Hillary by five, respectively. Nothing changes. He’ll take our guns, she’s old politics. I’ve won, no he hasn’t won. I don’t like my preacher anymore, look what his preacher said.
This is no way for a young man to spend his mid-20s, inside, with this particular never-ending flavor of Internet.
Now that it’s warm out and I’ve been cooking various red meats for dinner, on the stove, and I just listened to “Night Falls on Hoboken” for the first time in years because the CD copy in my car has an actual hole in it, this cover, one of my favorite covers, no actually just my favorite cover entirely, means too much to me. I’ve never spent an extended period of time in New Jersey in my life, but for some reason their summers — “New Jersey Summers” — strangely affect me. I think of sparklers and hamburgers. It’s not even summer yet.
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Hey look it’s a German New Year pig.
(He wants a kissy.)
(We are Insane!!!)
I was there this evening to watch Bill Clinton speak in his pretty mango shirt. But look at this other important thing I found! At this GMU, they make kids pay for blue books and scantrons, for their tests. If a student can’t afford both, or one, does (s)he fail college? Shouldn’t there be Cheetos or something in the food machines?