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Wednesday 18th of April 2007

I’ve realized I don’t actually like to read editorials in the newspaper. Maybe it’s because the editorial pages are anonymous and representative of a board. But I can’t connect with that anonymity. I read the paper fairly religiously (when I can at least get a seat on the damn subway). I find the details difficult to absorb, but I have a nearly compulsive need to know “generally” what’s going on. I particularly like details of events in Spain and Central and South America. It’s sort of silly but sometimes it makes me happy to know I’m more interested in the least read articles than most of the other readers.

Right now the news is so completely heavy (jevi), intense and simple overwhelming. The details about what happened in Blacksburg continue to unfold, and are so much more shocking to me than I could imagine, I can barely process them. But I’m compelled to keep checking and checking and there always seems to be something new. What’s breaking my heart on top of the fact that 32 people were killed, many others injured, (frustratingly I can’t actually find the exact number of injured survivors anywhere) and hundreds of thousands if not millions of people are grieving, is the pain and loneliness and destruction and evil that mental illness can manifest itself into. I don’t DARE to suggest that there is pat, trite liberal analysis of this tragedy. But someday, when it’s not so raw and the horror has quelled slightly, we must look beyond the face of the murderer and see what our culture facilitates and perhaps there is something we could each to to make it less bleak.

The fact that today the supreme court upheld the abortion ban and those absolute motherfuckers continue to erode women’s rights and choice makes me even more despondant. I don’t even know where to turn. But actually I do. To my friends and loved ones. To tell them I love them and even when we may feel distant, our love isn’t too far.

Let’s get to work.

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