Your mission

Should you choose to accept it, is this:

Help me figure out a way to get Jay Smooth to my house.



Seriously. We can do this, people.

I see dead people

And so do these guys (one of whom is a blog writer and one of whom is a forced-to-retire-admiral-who-spoke-out-about-the-deathly-costs-of-the-war-in-Iraq). Bush and Cheney and McCain are intent, it seems, on starting World War III. And Senator Clinton thinks that the world today compares with the world of Harry Truman (in which atomic bombs got dropped, in case you've forgotten). I wish Senator Obama would talk about nonproliferation again. That is a conversation that needs to be re-started.

Form of: An Abyss

I could write something about how disappointed I am that the Clintons continue their devastation of the Democratic party (and any chances it might have of putting a sort-of-left-thinking-person in the Oval Office). But instead, I will just post a link to this eerily prescient analogy between Hillary Clinton and "Scream"'s Billy Loomis. Politics is a horror movie, people.

On another (and more hopeful) note, I was just re-watching the scene from "Once" in which the main characters are sitting in the piano shop, singing "Falling Slowly." And it makes me feel better about several things--politics (for no real reason), the possibility of love (abyss included), the impossibility of love (and how accidentally/possibly finding yourself In It may not always Be So Bad), the ephemeral quality of real connection (beautiful and momentary like lightning bugs or Christmas lights or a really cold, super-delicious martini), the fact that ephemerality makes those moments good (because watching lightning bugs in summer trees is even better than Christmas lights and martinis put together).