only a trace of sweetness
Capitol Hill Blue, a publication whose political slant appears to be "feisty," reports that if the Bush administration were a movie, we would definitely be in Act III.
In meetings with top aides and administration officials, the President goes from quoting the Bible in one breath to obscene tantrums against the media, Democrats and others that he classifies as "enemies of the state."
Worried White House aides paint a portrait of a man on the edge, increasingly wary of those who disagree with him and paranoid of a public that no longer trusts his policies in Iraq or at home.
I seem to be in retirement from Portland. It's been a gray week and I am fixed on the future now, on the life to come; I scurry to the grocery store and back, and aside from that I stay in my apartment. I am suddenly afraid of meeting people I know on the street. I want to make a clean break. As opposed to the cat, who all day sits at the window in a dream of the invisible world past the courtyard. Last night I dreamt that I took her into the Catalina mountains so that she could see the expanse of desert before her and understand what the world is; she ran off into the underbrush; I sat and tried to write for a spell; then I became worried that she was lost and went searching through the cactus and creosote. When I at last found her she was torturing a lizard. "For shame!" I cried, and carried her back down the trail.
I did get out of the bunker long enough to see the FOUND Magazine reading at Powell's. The tour is hitting all fifty states, and if they are coming near you, you really should check them out. Here is a helpful partial chart:
Boston September 16
Brooklyn September 23
Chicago October 7
Iowa City October 14
Tucson December 1
Go ahead and mark that calendar.
