Tuesday/Thursday mornings are wonderful this semester. I don’t have class until 11:00, and because of some strange collegiate anomaly I am able to wake myself up without artificial means, usually between 8:00 and 9:00. That gives me a solid 2-3 hours where nothing is planned, my mind is envigored and homework drops away like daisy cutters into the soft Iraqi sands.
This story scared the hell out of me. It’s long but worth at least glance. A New Yorker story on how Saddam used chemical weapons against his own people.
Later: Crash Test Dummies had it figured out:
When you go on camping trips
you’re stuck right out in nature
forage in the forest like a primate
using sharpened tools instead of hotplates
Yeah baby, just like that. Stick it right there. Take me back.