Alright
First some good work. We had five hours to put together a release today and we did.
Then I started my weekend with another long massage session. I was surprisingly relaxed when it started, so we went deep.
George Orwell, in 1946: Politics and the English Language
Is there still a place for tragedy in modern society? Via Dangerousmeta
War Watch, a daily look at claims and counter claims made during the media war over Iraq. Brittish newspaper The Guardian is looking better and better. Found via the online journal of the Swedish journalist trade union
Perhaps it’s just my recent ear inflammation. But all week I’ve felt intense waves of love and sadness. Last year ended the way it had to - but I still don’t understand what hurt so much. And it’s not for lack of either analytical ability or soul-searching.
I do know that the never-ending lies wore me down. When even good memories are suspect, it’s hard to learn and forgive.
I once bought a t-shirt that said: Understanding Is Love. Perhaps I shouldn’t have - because I believed it. That’s what I wanted to do and what I wanted done to me. And I still do.
Who the fuck says truth is boring and passion comes from telling interesting lies? Not me. I’m free and I’ll die burning with passion, not just hoping I got away with one more lie than the other assholes.