Tuesday, 01 April 2003 | Other things

I think about it as much as anyone else thinks about it, but whenever I try to write about it, I don't have the energy—it's all been spent on frustration and anger and discussions and arguments, and by the time I sit down to write about it, I can only tackle less ominous/sensitive/over-discussed/exhausting subjects. Not about how I sincerely don't understand how wanting troops to come home alive is not "supporting" them, or how we can simultaneously celebrate the concept of freedom and request that everyone who dissents remain silent, or what the connection is between Iraq and that day, or why sinister motives that seem so transparent are so staunchly defended, or a million other things.

So instead I'll mention that it's a bad idea to eat a whole box of macaroni and cheese by yourself, and that the past three days in New York there's been sporadic bursts of snow, so brief that when you go to point it out to someone, it's no longer falling from the sky, which might make you wonder if you completely imagined it. And how it's been a good week for mail, including a letter punched out on a typewriter, two postcards (one from Costa Rica and one that has hologram bunnies on the front of it), a CD full of pictures and music, and (soon, soon) a pair of roller skates I won on ebay. And how tonight's episode of "24" oddly and almost comically mirrored real-world events (but in a Bizarro World way, where the TV-land [black!] president is a pretty trustworthy and likable guy). And that there are new clusters of (cold) smokers milling outside of buildings, clusters that weren't there before Sunday, the first day of the smoking ban. There are plenty of other things to talk about.