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on most days i see my life ebbing and flowing, not unlike big water. lately, these are days where every last tidal pool feels full, and still i fight the feeling that i’m just not doing enough. it’s difficult to sit at the computer to check a simple email without resulting in a dozen international messages shipped out and received, some tax law researched, and somewhere squeeze in the latest Lindsay Lohan upskirt posted on thesuperficial.com. or wishing for a moment where i can sit and read, anything, from pr manuals to the fucking pynchon novel i’ve wanted to pick up for years, and not feel the pull to get up and do something, dammit.
i believe if i had a desk it would all be better. and, to be really optimistic, an office would be nice. then tim could have the dining room table back, and i would’t get so add in the house.
i don’t really know what to write here. i have very few words to waste on thoughts, lately, that don’t include the history of Myanmar, the atrocities of the khmer rouge, the difference between crimes of war and crimes against humanity, or my delta frequent flyer number.

if you’re interested, try reading crimes of war and at the point of a gun, both by david reiss; first, they killed my father, by loung ung, and freedom from fear by Aung San Suu Kyi. i’m a big public library advocate, but amazon.com carries them, too.

and check out www.myspace.com/burmesegoodwill