Dear Mr. President,

Don’t screw this up.

Sincerely,
Brandon

Yay, Obama won. I had a good time voting and a better time watching the results. Funny thing is, once Ohio was called I realized it was over and cheerfully fell alseep.

Now it’s a brand new day in America and that feels great.

Confucius say: a show off gets shown up at a showdown.

I settled down tonight to read a book. It was titled Plainsong and found in Goodwill one lazy Sunday afternoon, brought home and then put on the shelf and forgotten. Until tonight, when searching for something, anything to read, but being fickle, I stumble across it again. The cover had caught me and the description is intriguing, surely this would be a fine book

I settled down tonight to read a book and doubt I will ever finish it. You see, it’s moody cover and eloquent description failed to portray a nasty secret: the writer doesn’t use quotes in his dialogue. None, zip, nada. It’s as if quotes doesn’t exist and never did, they are simply not there. It gives the book a cold, hard feel, like a stone discarded in an unlit corner of a barn. Momentarily interesting and then quickly forgotten. What possesses a writer to just disregard such a basic tool of writing and reading? Are they are too hard to type, or offensive in some way? The mind wonders and then realizes there are other books who seek greet the reader more warmly.

I settled down tonight to read a book and have instead become unsettled.

You’ve probably heard about the insane inflation in Zimbabwe. $million dollar bills, a loaf of bread for $million, stuff like that. It sounds abstract and crazy and there’s probably a a part of you wondering “is that story even real,” because it id does sound so crazy.

Behold, ladies and gentlemen, a Zimbabwe dinner receipt.

The local Dunkin’ Donuts shop is now a Title Pawn shop. Instead of getting a piece of delicous fried dough, now you can sell your life at a high interest rate. Such much for progress.

Don’t you just hate it when the overlord in movies does stupid things? All that time and effort and carefully laid plans, only to throw it away because they decide to tie the hero up instead of killing him or leaving silly clues. No, there are certain things I would do if I was an evil overlord.

Yes, Sarah Palin scares the hell outta me too. Can we pass a law that specifically forbids her from holding any position of power.

September can you kill, in the south. Having survived the languid, sticky slowness of August, you think September will be different. It is, after all, a month of change, when children return to school. The streets go quiet during the day, the parks and malls are bare in the mornings and stillness settles over the city, a held breath that finally begins to exhale around 2:30. With these shifts and changes, you’d think the weather would also change, that heat leave like an a guest who has over stayed.. You’d think.

But you’d be wrong.

You slowly realize that the heat and humidity has spent the summer making itself comfortable and it has no intention of leaving just yet. It stays on the porch, gently rocking in its chair and staring off into the sky. Occasionally, it will reach down and bring a wet glass to its lips and take a long drink and you’ll feel pieces of yourself melt away and it’ll turn and smile at you, the son of a bitch, and continue rocking. It paid for the full month and it intends to enjoy every moment of it and if you should go mad from the heat and humidity that doesn’t let up and seems like it never will, if you’re wake up everyday on the thin edge of reason praying please, let the heat break today, well, that’s just too bad, but it pay for the entire month, so it’ll be stayin’.

Simply put, it has not been a good summer, hence the silence here. I could list it all out, but really, I’d like to move past it all and instead, dream of flying