An amusing charlatan

Brilliant non-fiction is difficult to get in sustainable doses; this might be why I feed at the river bed of the op-ed sections every morning. Brilliant fiction still has its moments from time to time; J.K. Rowling dealt with her book deal almost as brilliantly as Charles Dickens seems to by releasing the story chapter by chapter. The brightness of the light that shines from these kinds of pieces can often be so blinding, in the case of the potter books, that some find it harsh and, frankly, unbearable; read one choose your own adventure, you should probably have gotten the point (I must own dozens...).

The light that flickers between off and on in the bathroom where I'm forced to blog could be interpreted as a sign that no amount of petty, lazy thievery goes unpunished.

Continuity, a continuación, is a rare commodity in this day and age. You can't blame so many people for voting for 'Change' as their rallying cry; a tad more gallant than, "we're just not ready for a Black President." Hesitance is an intriguing part of the human condition, as intriguing as any other part, at least.

Does anyone else feel like we're all just sort of sitting and waiting to evolve?