Day 3

Well, we're home all of one day and K has to be on the road - flying to Indianapolis this morning. So I get to take her to the airport in the Smartcar. Easy trip with sparse traffic and good weather. Not typical for your Nation's Capitol. I returned the car to the garage we are renting a few blocks from the apartment and walked to Penn Quarter to catch the early matinee of Tarantino's 'Inglorius Basterds.' Bad choice. I'm really not sure what Tarantino was attempting here but it didn't work. Lots of good performances but no script to sustain them. Great set piece scenes but no structure to link them. Fundamentally it was neither Interesting nor Entertaining. Though many disagree.

I've made up for the bad early afternoon experience by being totally derelict later in the day. I am listening to Incubus and Nirvana and reading articles about species extinction (hell, I was already depressed). Earlier in the day I thought I should take the time today to start thinking about those things that I ususally keep submerged - now that I don't have work as an excuse to keep putting them on the shelf.. But I'm finding that I don't really know how to think about those things. We have lived with lies and bullshit so completely and for so long that it's almost impossible to formulate a proposition or question that isn't distorted by unsupported assumptions we take for granted daily. Maybe I should just let it go but I don't seem to be able to. All my life I have been nagged by questions and imperitives counter to the dominant direction of ordinary life. Mostly I've pushed them away and gotten on with business, but they were always there. Now they are more intrusive but I feel less capable of addressing them than I expected. This is going to be a real test. Interesting.

I turned on the TV tonight briefly and then turned it off immediately. The whole political arena as presented in our electronic media is cartoonish, two dimensional, and dominated by a handfull of millionaire talking heads whose allegiance is to their 'betters' - the truly moneyed class to whom they are indebted for their status and way of life. Why would any normal person believe that either Sean Hannitty or Chris Matthews has anything meaningful to say to them?