…can’t be wrong. There are an awful lot of love songs out there whose lyrics truly don’t take your heart and mind for a trip until the situation fits the mold of the songwriter’s empathy. I guess I should say un-love songs, those heartbreak and tearstain melodies that explain the situation that you are in perfectly, and of course have explained that same situation that perfectly for thousands upon thousands of other listeners over the songs’ existence. Whether it has been Wilco’s “A.M.” (which I had listened to many times before now without the emotional connection) or Led Zeppelin or whatever tune the radio serves up, there just seems to be an inordinate amount of coverage of downhill rolling, lost belonging. Or maybe I am just listening to what I want to hear.

Must stop eating fast food. The first year in California, when I actually lived in San Francisco proper, those quick and greasy meals were few and far between. Few in number per capita, fast food restaraunts were easy to avoid and small, locally owned eateries were abundant. After moving to Alameda I began to slip. A little KFC here, a little MickeyD’s there. Now that I have spent a couple of months in Texas, I am participating fully in the fast food culture that I enjoyed abstaining from only a few short years ago. It’s the convenience, the ease, the price (dollar menus rule!) that seem to make this habitual. Time to convince myself that I don’t have to have it my way and that america’s drive-in will survive without my patronage.

After several months of indeterminate employment and residence, at least my weblog is back up and running.

My favorite headline from the coverage of the East Coast Blackouts has to be from CNN.com, “Outage fails to generate crime spree.” Fails? Our wonderful outlook on human nature leaves us surprised and feeling unsucessful when millions of people actually do the responsible thing and not loot or pillage. So much so that the headline was not “NYC citizens behave properly” or “Police bored with polite New Yorkers.”

I try not to watch a lot of television, especially in the summer. I don’t always suceed, but more often than not I would have watch longer if I allowed myself to. Alas, the Bravo channel is luring me in.

Perhaps one of the best written and produced shows of the last 4 years, is The West Wing. My Wednesdays, during the fall and spring, are reserved for watching that block of programming. I religiously tune in. Okay, maybe I missed an episode last season, but out of 23-24 shows, that’s not bad. Now Bravo has announced the West Wing Weekend which includes the first five episodes of the show as well as an impressive roster of other shows and movies presidential. As if that were not enough, they will then proceed to syndicate The West Wing every Monday-Thursday at 11pm. I am usually reading or wathcing The Daily Show, but I am afraid my schedule is about to change.

Hopefully I won’t get hopelessly addicted, but I finally get the chance to really watch the reruns and enjoy the show from the beginning.