Friday, 15 March 2002 | Media

It's hard not to want to stay in the cave, away from the news, shoving tapes in instead of listening on NPR, reading non-political weblogs rather than reading Salon. This streak of ignorance I'm enjoying is strangely seductive and comfortable, aside from that pesky tinge of guilt that natters on like some trite well-intentioned angel in my opposite ear. Oh, but I'm not on vacation anymore, and it's time I slowly weaned myself back onto the news as if I were reinstating some lax regimen of exercise. And maybe even one day, rather than wanting to throw my shoe at the television screen whenever W.'s face appears, my frustration will morph into some sort of seasoned composure (not to be confused with approval). Though at this point that doesn't seem plausible.

By the way, I'm probably working on the pictures from this past week as you're reading this; expect them soon. I'm also probably drinking a beer and listening to my new Cure record, my window propped open, enjoying something that feels like spring. Enjoying it from the inside, no less.

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I know that by mentioning them repeatedly, I'm dooming the pictures to be anticlimactic. Unfortunately, there's no way I can finish them tonight. Tomorrow, I promise.