this is just a journal. just a place in virtual space where we all write ephemeral comments about this, that, and the other. things come and things go. today's big deal is tomorrow's dead letter. so the fact that i've managed to stay out of here for three days is just another thing. the fact that it was so oddly difficult is perhaps a matter for concern. i know from reading others' journals that this is not just my phenomenon, that others are equally, or even more, addicted to reading and writing on their flat screens. but i did it, and now i feel so Left Behind (to cop a title that is being discussed on a whole lot of blogs. the Lahaye series on "christian" "rapture" is being reviewed by the slacktivist and i've read at least three blogs where the "philosphy" is talked about. it's a phenom that leaves me stone cold, but the interest being kicked up here is in itself interesting.) and Out of Touch. world events, national politics, zogby polls, wedding plans, indie bands, california strangeness, the constant soup of life and blogs roars on and on. step out of the river for three days and you don't step back into the same river, no indeed.
but here i am, and i got a lot of things done. there are, always will be, scads more undone. my hope is to work this journal into life the same way i do laundry. do it when i have the chance, the odd interstices of time between things on the main menu, let it all hang out, hope there's clean underwear when it's needed.
the 300 illegal immigrants arrested this morning in a sweep at wal-marts all over the country have the real stuff to worry about. cleaning crews working for a contractor, cleaning up behind america's biggest retailer. if all the illegal immigrants doing the dirty work for america's big businesses were to disappear overnight what a howl of protest would ascend to the highest places. don't tell me these businesses don't know what's going on. it's in their best interests to keep it happening.
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