Tuesday, in a nutshell:

  • Woke up.
  • Observed the proper Rituals of Hygiene. ::: genuflect :::
  • Headed to Sandi and Jim’s to see if the CDs that I had been looking for were there. They were! Hallelujah!
  • Stopped to pick up a cup of frozen mocha goodness on the way home. Added a double shot of espresso today because it would have been bad form to fall asleep while processing mail.
  • Work.
  • Went to Adrian’s. We hung out, went for a bit of a joyride in a car that he’s selling, and stopped for a late/early breakfast at the local V.I.
  • Home.

Otherwise, it was a rather quiet day. The only things that stick out about today’s news on NPR were:

  • Talk of the Nation‘s economic segment. It seems that economists aren’t sure whether or not we actually had a recession over the past six months or if it was just a downward trend, since there wasn’t an across-the-board downward spiral. It seems as if the jury is still out on this one…
  • TotN‘s segment about K-Mart’s current financial woes; they are closing nearly 300 stores and will be firing 22,000 employees. Some of the people who were interviewed or called in reminded me of people that I know who are, or were, loyal shoppers of the store.
  • Andrea Yates found guilty. I don’t really think that I need to say much more about this one.

In rereading the subject that I have chosen – and in light of the items I touched on in this post – I think that it is fitting to identify its origin. It comes from the song “Turn the Page,” by Rush, from their 1987 CD Hold Your Fire. The complete lyrics follow:

Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exists all alone
We pretend things only happen to strangers
We’ve all got problems of our own

It’s enough to learn to share our pleasures
We can’t sooth pain with sympathy
All that we can do is be reminded
We shake our heads at the tragedy

Every day we’re standing in a time capsule
Racing down a river from the past
Every day we’re standing in a wind tunnel
Facing down the future coming fast

It’s just the age
It’s just a stage
We disengage
We turn the page…

Looking at the long-range forecast
Catching all the names in the news
Checking out the state of the nation
Learning the environmental blues

Truth is after all a moving target
Hairs to split, and pieces that don’t fit
How can anybody be enlightened?
Truth is after all so poorly lit

And with that, goodnight.

Peace.