Word

It seems that I have not yet lost the ability to cobble together a few coherent sentences of fairly decent prose. Now I need only discover the secret of creating pertinent content. That, I suspect, will be the difficult part.

Perfect Day

The day itself is perfect, not the events of the day. The events are the usual dull round, but the weather makes up for that. In the low seventies, breezy, bright sunshine, the air like silk brushing aginst the skin; it couldn't be more pleasant. I am reminded of days spent exploring the hills on the edge of the neighborhood where I grew up; sliding down steep slopes on big sheets of cardboard, chewing the stems of wild fennel plants, sitting and looking out across the valley toward the mountains above Pasadena. Each day of weather such as today's is a storehouse of such moments. I am amazed by an air.

A Bit of Historical Insight

An interview with Zbigniew Brzezinski in Le Nouvel Observateur, from January of 1998. It is about U.S. policy in Afghanistan during the Carter administration, and quite revealing. Posted by insomnia.