The following clip made me sit up and laugh and take notice for two reasons:
1) They use as evidence that Obama’s Honeymoon period may be over because some viewers left some voicemails.
Wow…that is some fine, fine journalism. Talking Seymour Hersh quality there
2) Kiran Chetry, the anchor who starts this bit? She was my prom date my senior year and the one, I, ahem…”lost” it to. Crazy, she is on CNN now? Wow.
http://www.dailykostv.com/w/001051/
This:
Plus:
Yeah I am pretty fracking proud. I can admit it. I worked my butt off for what is about to happen tomorrow morning.
The rally on Saturday was a great success. Kids, dogs, Timbers fans, interested onlookers etc all came to the tune of about 350 people. I have to say, for only 6 days of work I was pleased at the diversity and number of folks who came out. I then slept all day Sunday before getting back into the groove this week. Was on OPB this morning, should be in the Oregonian in the next two days as well as the Tribune.
I did cringe reading my blog this morning and to think I got all that emo on ONE glass of wine.
Ahh well, such is life. No regrets right?
It’s about midnight and I just finished listening to my favorite show on NPR – This American Life. They did a re-run tonight called “The Break-Up” and it was really good: funny, heartbreaking and uplifting all at the same time.
It also got me thinking. That’s not always a good thing.
Sometimes in the quiet of the night my mind takes me places that perhaps I shouldn’t go. Or rarely go. I think sometimes it’s why I have been going out and spending so much time with folks outside my house. A way to avoid these thoughts, questions and longings that creep into these quiet nights alone listening to music or shows.
I know these nights of reflection and rejuvenation are necessary but they are remarkably tough on me.
Tonight, listening to the This American Life piece, questions that bang around in the deep recess of my mind bubbled to the surface. Questions that take me back…Does she ever think of me? Did I matter in her life? Did she move on without a worry or does she sometimes wonder if she made the right decision? Will I ever see her again? If I do, would she even acknowledge me?
I don’t have any answers and never will. Perhaps they are answers best left to the dustbins of emotional history. Probably. But they are real to me tonight.
I’ll probably cringe at this post in the morning but I swore to myself when I started up this blog again that I would write what I felt. The greatest growth comes from showing the world your soft underbelly. Even if it is here in my little anonymous, self indulgent corner of the blogosphere.
