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this month: 169.5
days til the marathon: 13
8/01: 181
7/01: 155
6/01: 126
listening to a lot lately:
way to blue by nick drake
essence by lucinda williams
being there by wilco
(still) reading:
harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban by j.k. rowling
recently read:
jitterbug perfume by tom robbins
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stuff i've written
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newish: 9/11: how you can help
betty lennox
celeb hair
chris bohjalian interview
cosmetic surgery
diet do's & don'ts
fall makeup
fit & fabulous guinea pigs
gay parents
holiday gifts
jeffrey nordling
missing kids
mother's day book selector
oscar beauty & fashion
newish: rescue worker jasmin aviles
newish: rescue worker lauren schwartz
spa chefs
taj mcwilliams
virginia madsen
and elsewhere
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foreign service?
letter to christina kelly
myths about africa
sleeping kids
war room workplace
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entertainment trivia (5.16.01)
running title poll (7.3.01)
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Friday, September 28, 2001
05:41 p.m. This is an interesting web site that lists various closed subway stations. Many of them I never even knew existed (18th street on the 6, 91st street on the 1/9), but there’s also a write-up about the state of the Cortlandt Street, Rector Street, and South Ferry stations since the wtc attacks. another diversion from this page: the author goes off on the book “the mole people,” and points out the many inaccuracies and fallacies within it. It’s all very bizarre, but interesting. And also, how cool is this picture of columbia in 1902, showing the broadway street car tracks and the ground all opened up for subway construction? I love that junk.
Another quality new york-appreciation find: forgotten alleys of nyc. who knew there was an alley so close to home? Not me! Also fun: take the “myths of the underground” quiz. Come on, do it for your city. i'm almost positive you didn't know that the original subway, created in the late 1800s, was powered by a 50-ton fan. see?
Thursday, September 27, 2001
4:21 p.m. so i finally finished jitterbug perfume. yes, it took me forever. but that's why i felt i had to say something about it and request that you go read the review and pay some attention to my poor bookme page. a whole month and a half plus of guiltily looking at linbird and seeing that it still says that i'm reading that damn book! i can't believe how long it took for me to get through it. i'm blaming it on running, since all this training completely takes the will out of me to do anything else. hey, but only two weeks to go. ugh, only two weeks! i think i'm getting pre-marathon jitters. fortunately, i have the beautiful city of hartford to look forward to....
just realized that, if you tally up my mileage since june 1st, i've now run to detroit. fabulous.
11:29 a.m. In honor of tonight’s wilco show at town hall I present you the bizarre “what would tweedy do?” machine. It’s kind of unsatisfying, actually, but amusing nonetheless.
Here, an interesting interview with lucinda williams. she sounds pissed that the critics are nailing her for the stuff she was concerned about already with essence, like that she’s not telling enough stories and creating enough interesting characters. Also, I agree with her: I don’t think “lonely girls” is repetitive. It’s surely more soothing than sorrowful. It’s comforting, even, to some degree. I like that she says it’s “a mantra thing,” because it definitely feels that way.
Wednesday, September 26, 2001
2:04 p.m. and then something so simple as a rant against solitaire makes me smile. (it's funny stuff.) i guess that's life.
11:54 a.m. I think the bagpipes are the most mournful instrument. The day after the wtc attacks, I was running in the park and, as people milled about on an unanticipated Wednesday off, a lone bagpiper played somewhere in the woods. Though there was no song that I could associate with the sounds, it brought tears to my eyes just hearing it.
Today, walking to work, happy to feel that early autumn nip in the air, holding my monstrous french vanilla coffee, there they were again. Up ahead, a group was gathered across the street from my building in front of a chapel. A poster showed the pictures of several fallen firefighters from the nearby department. I stopped to read the praise of their service and final heroic efforts, the bagpipes playing on in the background. Tears slowly welled up my eyes. When I walked on past the large group of mourners spilling out of the chapel and onto the street, I noticed the bagpiper standing huddled in a small indenture between the chapel and the neighboring restaurant. He stood there in his kilt, puffing on, and we made eye contact. It was almost as if he was hiding, or at least trying to muffle the sound a bit, aware that the bagpipes have the incredible power to bring sorrow to the surface. He looked apologetic.
I’m thankful, though, that he made me sad again. It’s not normal to feel okay right now. It’s a form of denial or something. When i take a moment to just thinking about how tall the towers were, how many people worked there, the shock comes right back. I mean, my building is not even half as tall as one of them, something I’m very grateful for, and yet there are so many of us little worker bees who file in each day and scurry to our cubicles, refuse to leave until that one other thing is done, get annoyed with fire alarms.
But new york city, as a people, has largely returned to normal. They've gone right back to pushing and prodding and snapping at each other on the subway (though just 10 days ago they were voicing concern about riding at all). People are again huffing and puffing if someone’s in their way or an elevator takes too long to get to them (though just 10 days ago they expressed concern for strangers' well being and were hesitant to even get on an elevator). Right back to slamming into strangers on sidewalks without making eye contact (though just 10 days ago they were too afraid even to leave their houses). This city moves fast, that’s always been the case, but give me a break – there’s no rushing coping. And you’re all pissing me off by pretending like everything’s fine. I think we all need a bagpiper to station himself on every corner of this city and serve as a reminder of the incredible tragedy we've all experienced. Mourn a little bit, people -- i swear, it doesn't make you less tough, less of a new yorker.
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
2:44 p.m. another must-read, from ironminds: a great piece by jennifer ammon called thanks for your concern about the 9/11-related emails we have (and have not) gotten in the past two weeks.
10:26 a.m. you must read this piece from my friend joe's wtc story site. it's amazing. and nothing short of miraculous. also well worth a read: one flight attendant's story about having to land in new foundland after the attacks occurred. what happened to him and his passengers is almost unbelievable, and incredibly inspiring.
on a less happy note, did you know an anthrax vaccine exists? yes, according to this slate article it does. we just can't get it. scary shit.
Monday, September 24, 2001
11:11 p.m. hey, wow. my first update from home! yes, modern technology finally comes to linnea's apartment -- truly amazing. unfortunately, despite the historic implications of this moment, i have absolutely nothing of interest to say.
10:43 a.m. a sign that people are really beginning to cope with the tragedies: public debates about the united states' next move are raging. i know because i got into one last night. here, a couple in print: one about the possibly changing role of the cia and how we'd feel about that reality and another about our constitutional freedoms and what may happen to them in the near future -- and what's already happening to them for americans of certain ethnicities. "Whenever the United States has faced these sorts of emergencies, we have also run the risk of becoming more like what we oppose."
Thursday, September 20, 2001
3:37 p.m. God knows why but, no, I was not thrilled to have to participate in an evacuation information meeting today. Plenty of statements like “should a plane crash into the building as happened last week, there’s really nothing you can do” and “our stairs actually do have lights in them because we have a generator on the 50th floor (at the top of the building)" that didn’t leave me feeling very comforted. My favorite though was when we were told that it was only necessary to evacuate to two floors below our own. All I could think was, “I bet that’s what they told the people in the twin towers….” Everyone kept saying, “oh, isn’t it good that we’re having this meeting? I feel so much safer.” Screw that. I think it’s totally insensitive to do it now. You could have chosen any other time — just don’t do it merely a week later. Like, do it the day of when we were all sitting around wondering if our building – huge and melon-colored and towering over hell’s kitchen – was next, or just send out some written instructions and wait a few weeks to have the meeting so we’re all a bit calmer. This week it’s just bringing me down. And no, I won’t be clapping for our friggin floor “fire warden” and “searchers.” Why? A) do you really feel like clapping? i don't. B) do the other reasons really matter? I swear….
From mr. Beller’s nabe, one man’s view from the plaza of the world trade center on the morning of 9/11. He should have been in his 54th floor office. It’s just crazy.
From flak, one of the most annoying essays I’ve read this week: “[twenty-somethings] are realizing that being American is more than the way you dress, the music you listen to or the attitude you have.” congratulations. please.
Signing off, this is sad and pissed off bitter-linnea, checking in from midtown….
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
1:42 p.m. this page of pictures of people all around the world mourning our losses here in the u.s. really gets me all teary-eyed. wow.
10:52 a.m. my friend joe is in the midst of creating this site that will be a forum for people to share and discuss their stories about 9/11/01. check it out, contribute, tell others, whatever. (be assured, he's making no money from this. he's just a nice guy.)
being that holly and i had oddly similar dreams two nights ago, i'm wondering if lots of people found themselves dreaming the same damn thing. did you dream that downtown manhattan was flooded? if so, email me, because that's messed up.
in the midst of all this tragedy, i'd almost forgotten i have to run a marathon in 3 weeks. i'm feeling dehydrated just thinking about it. oh world.
Monday, September 17, 2001
11:21 a.m. No, we don’t want a “tribute” song from michael jackson, britney spears, et al. I think we’ve suffered enough.
I really find all this “hear what your favorite stars have to say about the terrorist attacks” bullshit infuriating. Because their opinions are so vital to our coping and recovering? It’s all just so inappropriate I think. And I think it’s just some inane channels’ way of continuing their own programming but trying to make it somehow relevant to the only issue of concern in this country right now. but it's really just not. and it feels so disrespectful to me.
Friday, September 14, 2001
1:24 p.m. Today I think I’m more sad than I’ve been since Tuesday. It’s interesting, this mourning process. I can’t talk to people outside of new york about how I’m feeling or what is happening, what happened or how people are reacting. I actually get impatient with them and their questions – it all feels so gossipy and wrong. Like they plan to report back to all their friends about the “horror” and “tragedy” we here in new york are experiencing. And while these words are founded enough, others’ use of them seems all too cliched. I imagine our experiences become their dinner party conversation and office stories, the basis of “shocking” phone calls and emails, words that will be repeated in this fucked up and horrific game of telephone as the news travels across the country. “I heard that so-an-so’s sister’s friend’s uncle died….” “My cousin’s co-worker’s husband was on that plane that….” “My niece lives there.” (like, the closer the relative or friend, the more points you get.)
I know that most people are just calling because they care. They’re emailing out of genuine concern that someone they know and have fond feelings toward may have somehow been lost or at least affected. They are reaching out because it’s times like this when it suddenly hits you how fragile and fleeting life is and it’s stupid to lose touch with someone you were once close to in the midst of re-remembering that. It’s important. Their efforts, upon rational contemplation, make me happy. Yet, I am impatient, I am annoyed. We are busy here: we are reeling, coping, crying, experiencing tremendous loss, trying to continue to live in our town that has been forever scarred. We, ourselves, are barely even talking to each other about things and feelings, and you expect us to talk to you, you outsiders?
Call to say hello and it’s good to hear your voice. Say I was thinking about you and was concerned for your safety and your spirit and for that of the people that you care about. Tell me that you simply wanted to reach out and show your support and that you would be back in touch with me and available to talk whenever I need you, no matter how out of touch we have become, though you know that it’s a difficult and inappropriate time now to catch up after months of not speaking. Explain that you called my other family members to tell them I was safe.
But do not call with frantic messages that make no sense, claiming that, though you know the entire city and the building where I work, you were worried I was there. Do not leave me messages that are poorly-cloaked efforts to be just like all your friends and call everyone you know in new york to check on them, even if we’re no longer friends. Do not say you had an eerie feeling about me not being alive. Do not ask me if I’ve heard any horrific stories. Do not wonder if people were crying and horrified in my office. Do not ask me if it’s weird to not see the twin towers far away in the distance of downtown when I walk to work. Do not inquire whether I’ve heard about the people who opted to jump out of buildings instead of burning or being crushed to death.
Isn’t it obvious why?
I guess not. I guess the hard thing to grasp here in new york is just how our own city’s tragedy has affected those around the country and around the world. People want to gain a better understanding and they hope the people closest to it might give them that. They feel removed yet personally invested. It hits close to home, though maybe not geographically so. We all mourn differently is what the experts keep saying. And I agree, I know, having been “inappropriate,” I suppose, at different moments this week. I think maybe the most interesting thing for me has been that, although I haven’t really cried a whole lot this week, whenever I see footage of people in europe doing so, I totally break down. I don’t really get it, but I think it’s like, you’re so far away and yet it is impacting you this much. And I’m right here, and I can’t really cry. Seeing how sad they are for the people who have died and for us as we try to carry on makes me so sad for everyone. It’s all just too overwhelming to think about.
Thursday, September 13, 2001
4:28 p.m. This piece from mr. Beller’s neighborhood is really nice. The last line is just too adorable. But I had dreams Tuesday night, too many terrible dreams: being caught in elevators, being too high up in buildings, running down stairs into locked doors, feeling closed in, fires and evacuations, panic. these are the possibilities we live with here in new york. This is our new reality awakening. * also from mr. Beller’s: one woman’s harrowing story of fleeing from the 92nd floor of the second tower hit. * it was like a movie, as this article points out. As hagar and I were discussing this morning, had the events of the past few days been a movie script, it would be the most unbelievable, guffawed-at thing around. “I would have said, ‘that jerry bruckheimer!’” said hagar. So true. As I watched the news, flashes of “armageddon” and “ghostbusters” and more just kept coming to me. Stupid, but true.
3:33 p.m. Today is just reeling. Nothing is normal, nothing will likely be normal for quite a while. What is normal now? Without the two defining landmarks of new york city and the people that fill them and the hustle and bustle that surround them, how do we ever achieve normal again? I don’t know. Of course I don’t know. I’m just glad that, so far, everyone I know is okay. It’s bad enough to hear about friends who have lost friends and family members. Christ, it’s bad enough to hear stories about people I don’t even know who have lost people close to them. A woman I work with told me that her son goes to school with a girl who lost both of her parents in the attacks on the wtc. It’s just horrific.
It’s really weird to think about the people who may have lived in my building, the people who I may have passed while running in the park, the people I maybe once knew at one time who may have died. I’m kind of waiting, bracing myself now to hear reports like this, or worse.
How anyway do we pick up the pieces? What about the people who survived, only to hear that their offices, of course, are dust and that some of their coworkers may be as well?
One thing I will say about lifetime: it rises to the occasion in moments like this. I mean, if by the looks of the programming you think it’s sappy and gushy, or at least warm and fuzzy, you’re right. This company is really going above and beyond to make us feel comforted. They demanded that we stay home yesterday. They allowed us to come in today if we wanted to, assuring us of heightened security and providing us with breakfast, lunch, and plenty of information and help. Lifetime went out of its way to cut commercials from its programming and to replace possibly (okay, overly) upsetting movies with other, more appropriate ones. Clearly our c.e.o. is not so concerned about the bottom line during such a tragedy. The way lifetime is reacting, my friends, is reasonable. Contrast that with mike’s firm and it’s like night and day. All I can say is that, while everyone is saying that the real, typically hidden kindness of new yorkers is surfacing now, well, so is the city’s more recognizable money-hungry, boastful, egotistical side, exactly where you’d expect it: in corporate america.
Some things about the coverage: upn 9 officials have some serious problems. I don’t know what they’re thinking but they could not have created a more tasteless “america under attack” slogan (it’s in the “ongoing coverage” image on the right). It, as mike said, is very jerry springer. What sickos. * After watching hours upon hours of news coverage, I found myself really appreciating and connecting to abc news, just as I did during the iraq bombings a few years ago. The voices and faces (peter, charlie, diane) are all so comforting, but beyond that, they have the best interviews and most accurate and up-to-date information. And they win me over because they are being considerate in not showing the same flight crash reels over and over and over again in the box while they interview people in the other, smaller box (like cnn). * As per my search request info, I gotta also say that paula zahn’s move to cnn has definitely given her more coverage, which, in the hearts and minds of too many perverted individuals out there, gives her more uncoverage. Good luck on finding those pics, guys.
Friday, September 7, 2001
01:30 p.m. Surely by now you’ve all heard about the vmas. all around pretty shitty if I don’t say so myself. The state of pop music is quite, quite bad. One bright spot: though ‘n sync is obviously at the “top” of their game, britney appears to be on her way out. And the backstreet boys are clearly ailing. Christina aguilera, despite her cutesy outfit, I believe will continue to try to veer off into more respectable territory, since, after all, she can actually sing. These are all good things. Onto phase post-boy-band-pop-bullshit #432.
(p.s. who cares about michael jackson anyway? And was his appearance really that big of a deal to anyone, or are people just saying that because they feel they should? And can’t we all do those dance moves by this point? I mean, sure, they were difficult back in ’85 when he first came out with them but, by now, I think we’ve all been practicing enough to not be so impressed. And hello, his face? Is everyone ignoring this?)
and one last point about the vmas and then i'll shut up: right, jamie fox? so not as funny as chris rock. and, uh, was he really the host anyway? or just some guy who appeared once an hour. whatever. end of rant.
Thursday, September 6, 2001
5:21 p.m. Also relevant today on the music scene: ‘n sync tries to insert themselves into the hip-hop and r & b worlds via its vibe cover. Gross. I don’t even want to hear about how they’re so hip to the lingo. Most interesting quote: "I know if I was black I probably could sing 10 times better and riff a lot easier," enthused Joey. Most right-on lines of the piece: 1) “anyway, what color is Michael [jackson] now?” 2) “Before long the band were waving ‘Bye Bye Bye’ to their cheeky coordinated sweat suits and learning to weave their hair to the tune of R&B almost-classics like Johnny Kemp's ‘Just Got Paid.’” Ha. Anyway, speaking of ‘n sync, have you seen their dolls? They’re awful. I mean really, really awful. Uglier even than they are in real life. A few weeks back, while out in jersey, I went to walmart and saw shelves of them. For some reason, though, there was no lance. [okay, I only knew because I looked at the back of the box to see what all the losers’ names were – I swear – and just happened to notice that there was no lance, just as there isn’t any on walmart.com.] What’s up with that? I thought all the girls liked justin. Apparently not jersey girls, the best in the world…. [sidenote: did you know that there’s actually an ‘n sync #1 fan barbie??? It’s true.]
relatedly, this piece about aryan nation member-turned anti-racist-turned anti-anti-racist is crazy. I wish that there was more towards the end of the piece from the perspective of the writer regarding her interview with this guy. Because I started to feel like I believed her doubt in his true motivations, but I needed something more to back it up.
and speaking of the KKK, check out this article about rappers who say they’re members of the "Crip Clux Clan" – as the article explains, the crips, “a Los Angeles-based fraternal organization (or gang, if you will), have been known to kill black people while blithely ignoring the larger white community" – and others, like outkast, who embrace the confederate flag, as well as quotes by the national imperial wizard of the Church of American Knights of the Ku Klux Klan: "If they're making money, then they're not niggers." The world is such a friggin mishmash today. My god.
still, for something more heartening, a piece on the success of the wnba. love this: “And, while television ratings for the WNBA were down this summer, along with attendance, the WNBA has still attracted higher TV ratings than the NHL. Moreover, a downturn in attendance and revenues has plagued all sports -- except for the National Football League and NASCAR.” You know I’ve been waiting for stats like that for two years!
amusing:be a cell phone anarchist. “TV, according to social science, has by itself caused 10 percent of the appalling demise of American communities since World War II. Cell phones might take the downfall of human beings a step further.” sure, why not?
11:30 am Today, being the big day of the vmas (p.s. on that article: john norris is a big dork who is thanking his lucky stars that he was chosen to hang out with all these beautiful and celebrated people), the news is absolutely obsessing over music and so-called music artists. For instance, britney and the live cheetahs she plans to appear with at the vmas. Why is this news? PETA is all up in arms. Sidenote: ick. Britney plans to try to pull a madonna by simulating an orgasm on-stage. Why do I feel like the impact it had in ’85 (huge) will be a bit different from the impact it will have in ‘01 (nill)? Just look at the differences in what madonna wore then and what britney wears now. Madonna may have shown a little cleavage and leg here and there then, but we’ve pretty much seen every inch save for a strategic few of britney’s – and that was just in that stupid pepsi commercial that I thought was a real video when I first saw it. Anyway.
Also, a bunch of musicians took to the senate to complain about how record labels keep them in unfair music contracts. My favorite quote: courtney love, in complaining about the lack of health benefits, says, “I can maybe get six days in rehab.” Oh, that courtney.
Plus, rock stars speak up against bush and his lame “energy plan.” Take it from david crosby who said, "You'll find that most of us, most musicians, are very vocally opposed to not just what's laughably called an energy policy, but to this administration's complete disregard for the planet." Well, at least someone noticed.
Wednesday, September 5, 2001
11:16 a.m. What’s going on in the world today???!!! Maybe it’s april fool’s and I just don’t know it: clinton to maybe run for pres again? john cusack as a democratic nominee in 2004? mother theresa once exorcised? a non-actor kid from bensonhurst to play jason alexander’s son in the new series ‘bob patterson’? craziness, everywhere.
This is amusing: how to tell if a woman has implants. I like how the author distinguishes breasts (real mammaries) from boobs (fake ones). I think I just may adopt this lingo.
In the midst of all these mtv anniversary specials (20 years of rock, etc.), I’ve actually been thinking a lot about the legend of kurt cobain. I mean, how can you not, when each and every mtv special cataloguing the past two decades in music finds its pivotal moment in “and then nirvana appeared, and everything changed” or “but kurt cobain would change all that” or other variations on this statement of an apocalypse in pop music that occurred with nirvana’s “nevermind” and the whole “grunge/seattle music” era. I mean, he was just a regular guy, right? Am I committing sacrilege when I say that, though nirvana's impact on the music scene may have been beatles-esque in the sense that it definitely reflected, if not outright caused, a change in the musical momentum -- which, remember, before that time was still very hair-band-y and cheeseball ‘80s -- it’s hard for me to wholeheartedly place kurt and co. up on this pedestal of musical superiority and brilliance when they were kind of just doing their thing and, really, only lasted a couple of years and produced two major albums? I’ve always, also, wondered about kurt’s motivations as well as his actual musical ability, but being that I don’t know good guitar playing from the sound of flossing teeth, I couldn’t really tell what was going on there and if there was brilliance or just someone tapped into reality with a modicum of talent and intellect. This article gives me some insight, though I am concerned that it’s a bit overly negative for the sake of being myth-shattering. but I’m so reading his new biography. whatever, call me a heathen but i just want the truth, damn it. legends schmegends. they're real people, too.
Tuesday, September 4, 2001
2:37 p.m. In today’s headlines: janet reno to run for florida governor! Why am I so excited? To be honest, just so I can see will ferrell do her on SNL again. Woo hoo for the janet reno dance party, baby.
Yay for the first female ncaa division 1 football player who actually got to play – and she even scored 3 points!
Oh, so everything is just swell over there in afghanistan, huh? Yeah, well read this, about how women are being publicly executed in football stadiums and buried en masse and non-muslims are being required to wear yellow patches. Can you say, “sounds like the holocaust?” And this whole story about the afghani refugees and how pakistan actually handed over a hundred of them directly to the taliban after promising them safety is crazy. Sure, let’s just let history repeat itself over and over and over again.
I love the simpsons, though I really don’t watch it enough. This new book on religion as depicted in the simpsons sounds great. I love the line they quote: Church signboard slogan: "God Welcomes His Victims."
Amusing, don’t-get-the-wrong-idea-idiots graf from a.p. reporter on a legal mexican plant that produces extreme hallucinogenic effects: “Although related to the sage used in cooking, Salvia divinorum is an entirely different plant.”
So, I’m thinking of seeing “O” this week, while mike is out of town (he's adamantly refusing). Alas, one review from cnn makes me think it’s worth the $10, while one from the times essentially says no way. Hmmm.
Have you ever encountered the homeless man who goes from subway car to subway car begging for money via a speech about “trying to get a room on the bowery for $10 a night. I don’t drink and I don’t do drugs,” he explains. I’ve been on I don’t know how many trains that he’s come onto with this same exact plea. After hearing it more than once, I feel really guilty but I can’t help but wonder if he’s being honest. his memorization of the speech just seems really insincere. Having never really spoken to a homeless person in nyc, I don’t know what’s really going on here. On one hand, after seeing the same person begging in the same way on the same street corner or whatever every day for over a year, part of me cynically says, “he probably makes a lot of money standing there everyday. He probably isn’t even homeless. And if he is, he’s probably just a junkie.” But the other side of me, of course, says, “you’re crazy! No one in their right mind would want to stand here and submit themselves to the humiliation of begging nasty new yorkers for money. So he’s either mentally disturbed and you should feel bad for him and angry at the incompetence of our government and its mental health programs regardless, or you should know that he’s really sunk to the lowest of levels and is doing all he can just to get by each day of the year.” But again, having never really spoken to a homeless person here, I’m not sure which I should believe. So everyday I have this argument with myself, the staunch and feeling liberal side that still wants to be a social worker or a public defender versus the cynical, don’t-be-so-naïve side that wonders why the hell I couldn’t have just sold out after college and reminds myself that, with my current salary, I’m probably in the same tax bracket as most fast food chain workers.
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