Today’s realization: there are too many babies that fly on Fridays. Too many.
October 2011
September 2011
100 Days Revisited: Checking In On Bradenton, Fla.
This morning I heard this story from David Greene in which he checks in with a postman and a woman who works at a homeless shelter. At the very end, she delivers the above quote in the most plaintive, tender way and it got to me. That’s exactly how I feel about our current position and without getting into politics or rants, which as we all know, fall on the deaf ears of people who have the power to change things, I have to wonder the same. This sense of disillusionment has been a long time coming, certainly. The “we’re the best country” attitude needed to be checked, but now that we’ve lost our belief in our country, where do we turn and how do we solve our mounting problems? I feel as if we’re all mourning the America we thought we once knew.
I love you, Animal Airlines.
Paul Haggis vs. the Church of Scientology : The New Yorker
Those of you who produce meetings, when haven’t we been kept in the hotel for 18 hours a day, deprived of adequate sleep and food? Sheesh, Wollersheim, get a grip.