Very strange. I’m suddenly feeling an urge to write something non-Roundbottom again. No strong ideas, really, but there are ideas and a tickling in the back of my head. Maybe I should have that tickling looked at. Could be serious. Speaking of Roundbottom, I’m not going to have a podcast for this Sunday, but I hope to have a less-complicated photo and accompanying post to fill in the gap and keep the streak going.
My search for studio space has been a complete failure so I don’t know what I am going to do to take photos for the project this winter.
You know, I think this itch might actually be a side effect of my daily walks. Getting away from the computer? The motion gets me thinking right? I don’t know, but I find this intriguing. I must explore the notion further…
Or perhaps it’s the results of last night’s election? Maybe a spark of hope has ignited in the lump of coal where my heart should be. I witnessed history that didn’t involve the world changing for the worse. I don’t really remember the wall coming down and 9/11 was not remotely positive. I didn’t get to see a moon landing. So that doesn’t happen often. I actually felt something akin to pride for my country. I was so focused on the right guy winning that I forgot who the right guy was until he was giving his acceptance speech. “Oh yeah,” I said. “Barack’s black.” And the full weight of that hit me, and I grinned (inwardly) until I went to bed. That’s not all who he is, but I had lost sight of that historical significance until I was reminded of it again last night by the tears of Jesse Jackson and Oprah Winfrey.
Tags: history, My Writing, Obama, politics
