Subtle Open Discussion

Picked up by Tiny Revolution before I could articulate my feelings. Following the release of the Israel Lobby paper out of Harvard (with it being pulled from the Kennedy School of Government at Harvards website), articles were written with not so subtle tones to them in the Washington Post, the LA Times, the Boston Globe, etc.

The best Example of all Examples is the Washington Post article, called ‘Of Israel, Harvard, and David Duke’. This was put in the Sunday outlook section of the Post, which is supposed to be a more serious, discussion oriented weekly portion of the paper. So their interpretation of the allegations of influence held by the Israel Lobby? Why, a short article with 6 quotes, 2 positive and 4 negative. One of the positive: David Duke. I’m still waiting for the positive quotes from Pat Buchanan and OJ Simpson, so this topic can be succesfully buried with guilt by assocation.

We didn’t play sports

I hope they buy it

I hope my friends buy it — I tell them it was dark, I was drunk, and there was a very powerful fog machine. But I saw you again — we talked about your insecurities, and we talked about mine. We talked about mine actually, for the whole night. And you listened.

Then we kissed, and since that moment, I haven’t forgotten about the feelings that even a pathetic soul like me can experience. I hope you pity me enough to remember too.

Weekend in Review

National Gallery: Cezanne and DaDa exhibit. Will make DaDa poem — Yuppie Death March. Possible anthology of unnamed poems? (Desired outcome.)

Went and saw Frank Lloyd Wright’s Pope-Leighey House. I like Mr. Wright. He not only shares my middle name as his last, but is full of hot air and pompous. Plus his house was very, very cool — not because it was so modern or mindblowing. Everything was perfectly designed, and it takes a certain intelligence to enjoy that.

Viewed Block Party. Very good. Very, very good. Ate good Thai. Not in that order. Reverse of that order. Understood? Woke up early in the Morn’s by the lessers.

Here I am, Sunday night, awaiting Monday morning. Yuppie Death March continues.

this is the moment

that i stopped loving you

(everything in its right place)