Ouch
Once again, I am humbled and reminded that I am not one of the cool kids on the block. More later.
Good read
This read gives a nice rebuke to the hotheads saying Obama is soft pedaling his response to Iran. I wish more people would actually pay attention to history.
Consumed
I am overwhelmed by the coverage of the protests in Iran. Watching Andrew Sullivan’s blog and finding other dispatches and first hand accounts nearly have me in tears. Then, two seats away I am floored by the numbing self-centeredness of some of my co-workers.
“It’s the Middle East. What do you expect?” was a literal reaction. That is the point exactly. If you truly believe in free speech, in any sort of universal rights of man, then how can you not be moved by what is happening? How can you not be awestruck by thousands of people, and individual witnesses, putting their lives, literally on the line for what they believe?
Technorati Tags: Iran, protests, Daily Dish, Salon
An anniversary
This story is a bit saddening. I was only a kid, but I still remember the news coverage of Tiananmen in 1989.
Hey there
It has been a while since I blogged anything. It has been one hell of a week and a half.
Did I mention I got an iPhone? I have gone completely gonzo with it and all of its applications. Social networking through it is so fun. I really like the New York Times reader, the Facebook interface, and “Bump,” an application that lets you bump iPhones to swap contact info. It is just fun and I have actually used it once or twice.
Beyond that things have not necessarily been so fun. My 90 year old grandmother passed away over a week ago now. It was one of those experiences where my family was mentally prepared for it, but still emotionally distraught. I wrote the eulogy for her funeral service. I barely held it together. My mom was proud of me. Saying good-bye was both moving and cleansing.
Looking at this blog I saw I wrote how sad a state my grandmother was in with her dementia in 2005. It is amazing how people adjust to a bad state and don’t really know for how long, or how bad it was, until they reflect.
