Writing for Writing, Again

Three "shorties" posts, and no more obits or Newspaper links to post; I guess I should write something. I could talk about the trials and tribulations of my Dad, maybe something about Big Love or L Word or BSG, maybe something about the adjustment my folk's cat is making to our household. I used to write quite a bit about the news.

Did anything happen today?

Ah yes, today was the official end of the national nightmare that was the Bush administration. A promise of the restoration of constitutional rights, science by scientists, international diplomacy... hope instead of fear.

I watched a little bit today, everything on the dais anyway. I thought the benediction was an improvement on the invocation - although I appreciated hearing the Schma in English. I wonder if that detail was lost on most people that were listening. I thought the instrumental was better than both vocal selections. It isn't really fair to make someone sit in the cold and then get up and sing. It's one thing to do the National Anthem at a football game when you can stay in the tunnel until two minutes before. Sitting on the dais for an hour and then having to sing must just suck.

Do you think we ought to dock Justice Roberts' salary for this week? If all you have to do is a couple of lines you'd think you'd be prepared.

I liked his speech. I thought it had the right tone. He couldn't be too victorious, there's so much to do, he had to use the opportunity to continue to try to galvinize us for the challenges ahead. Was it odd that he delivered a throwdown challenge to terrorists from behind what had to be bulletproof glass? Those Secret Service people and their silly precautions, probably I was the only one that felt any irony.

It's just, as much as today was special, just like ages ago on September 10th before 9/11, the country is still the same country today as it was yesterday. Certainly many, MANY, of the pieces have changed, and that is a wonderful development, but the structures are the same, all the non-government players are the same, the corporate interests are the same, the other countries are the same...

Still, rather than fearing what our own leadership will do next it is nice to be looking forward with hope, even tempered hope. Maybe just a little bit I can feel a brand new day.