Words

This is surreal.

Well, not really.

I’ve been itching to run with words since I was forced to eradicate my festering hard drive a few weeks back. Thankfully, I was able to grab an old version of Word, having lost the re-installation CDs from my most recent laptop. Oh so fucking typical.

No matter what, and as much as I may hate it, there is comfort in our beloved technologies—my laptop being my most prized. Nancy Gibbs of TIME magazine humorously paid due tribute to our adamantly adorned technologies in an interestingly critical fashion: Love Thy Blackberry, Love Thy Kids. Now, clearly the article is speaking to a much different audience, but it is still a poignant perspective from a pointed journalist about the addicting advancements shaping our lives. And to think she didn’t even mention “Nano” anything.

Anyway, in other news: the world, as usual is bubbling in atypical comport. But then again, what’s typical? I’m loving the Astor Estate stories right now, almost more than anything—especially presidential politics. Frankly, I’m tried of them. Or maybe I’m tired of just the Democrats and just the Republicans. I want them to face each other so we can finally place where the hell the American public stands on a lot of issues right now. And that’s the scariest part of it all.

Peace in the Middle East, or at least while W. and Condi are attempting to mend smoldering ties.