i'm really not that bright

Last night I watched 2 hours of news (not good for my mental health) during which I yelled at the television and actually had tears streaming down my cheeks. Something's got to give over there though according to CNN it's not going to happen anytime soon. It makes me physically ill to think that we could stop this all right now and yet we're refusing to in order to buy Israel more time. Once again we stand alone against the rest of the international community. I hate this administration. I hate Rice. I hate Cheney. I hate G.W.B. I hate the House for signing that stupid resolution standing staunchly beside Israel. I hate the Democrats in Congress for condemning al-Malaki for saying the aggression against Lebanon should stop. I hate the Republicans in Congress for saying stupid things like this:

"Am I surprised that an Arab has voiced words of concern about Israel and has supported Hezbollah and Hamas?" asked Rep. Christopher Shays, R-Connecticut. "No, I'm not surprised. He's trying to build coalitions in his own country. I am outraged. But you know, welcome to democracy."

"Welcome to democracy", you hypocritical bastard?!? Democracy got Hezbollah elected to Lebanon's parliament. Democracy was responsible for Hamas coming into power. Guess what will never be a true democracy because the arrogant and imperialistic US of A had to go and impose democracy? IRAQ.

Post-news I was able to watch NOVA and it was all about string theory/M-theory. Dang me. It kind of blew my mind. If you're even a little interested in parallel universes or worm holes or quantum mechanics or atom smashers you should probably try and watch it. It was geekalicious. I was also able to temporary boost my sagging ego by playing some excellent pinball though it was really sweet to be reminded that it is far superior to win at a more intellectual game.

I like this poem:

Clouds Gathering
by Charles Simic

It seemed the kind of life we wanted.
Wild strawberries and cream in the morning.
Sunlight in every room.
The two of us walking by the sea naked.

Some evenings, however, we found ourselves
Unsure of what comes next.
Like tragic actors in a theater on fire,
With birds circling over our heads,
The dark pines strangely still,
Each rock we stepped on bloodied by the sunset.

We were back on our terrace sipping wine.
Why always this hint of an unhappy ending?
Clouds of almost human appearance
Gathering on the horizon, but the rest lovely
With the air so mild and the sea untroubled.

The night suddenly upon us, a starless night.
You lighting a candle, carrying it naked
Into our bedroom and blowing it out quickly.
The dark pines and grasses strangely still.

(From The Voice at 3:00 AM: Selected Late and New Poems)