Letter from American Journalist in Iraq
I stumbled across this one today "WSJ reporter Fassihi's e-mail to friends." It's a very candid (and visceral) take on the situation in Iraq right now. Worth a read.
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I stumbled across this one today "WSJ reporter Fassihi's e-mail to friends." It's a very candid (and visceral) take on the situation in Iraq right now. Worth a read.
Check out this article from the New Yorker: "America Without Oil".
Here's the final quote:
"Sooner or later, we are going to have a lot of hybrid cars, electric cars, and, perhaps, at some time in the future, we are going to have a hydrogen economy," Robert Mabro told me. "But, until we get there, to talk about energy independence is foolish. The two candidates, with due respect, are lying to the people, or they don't know what they are talking about."
This reminds me of a quote from the "End of Suburbia" film, in which the interviewee exclaims (albeit somewhat hysterically, IMHO) that we will elect any sort of madmen who will tell us we can keep our SUVs and other such energy-suckers.
I've lost track of myself again.
I've done this before -- I can't seem to learn this lesson.
After months of ignoring myself, of working 16 hour days, of giving my non-work time to my family (mostly my son), I've lost track of myself. The 16 hour work days are over now -- but I'm still in the rut. This has gone on for far too long now -- and now I'm overthinking the whole process.
I need to remember how to just "be" again.
What do I want to do for my birthday? Want? What is want?
And yet, because of my lack of self-care, in a pinch I act with extreme selfishness -- an unconscious reflection of my inattention to my unconscious.
What's worse, in this time I have buried my innate compassion with cynicism, pessimism, and despair. Maybe I should write an entry on all the things I think are fucked up about this country. Maybe if I just get it all off my chest I'd stop sitting on my hands and start doing something about it.
Maybe someday I'll find my way back to the work of tikkun olam -- the repair of the world. Maybe I should first rake the leaves in my own backyard...