OK, most of you have probably noticed that I've been keeping away from a lot of heavy subjects this past month or so . . . By way of explanation, this is partly because I'm suffering from random bouts of Outrage Fatigue. There's just too much right now to be angry about all at once, so I'm trying to space it all out a bit, punctuated with little dispatches about the odd incidents in my life. Trying to keep it in the spirit of what Pepper so kindly dubbed "a fizzy mix of pop and politics."
So right now I'm struggling with the latest elections in Iraq . . . I don't believe that any election that requires the banning of personal vehicles on the road during polling hours can be considered a truly "free" election. I also think back to my dreadful sixth-grade unit on our very own Civil War (in the grand tradition of Colorado Public Schools, it was taught by a guy named Ken Burns. We were forced, Clockwork Orange-style to watch the entire 3000-hour documentary in lieu of actual teaching of any kind). There were plenty of future Confederate leaders, plenty of people who would secede in the following year, who participated in the 1860 elections in America. And it didn't stop anything.
But that's about all I can say about that right now. If I get any angrier about it, I'm likely to get all despondent again, like when I finished "What's the Matter with Kansas."
In the spirit of keeping the balance, I'll add to this post the fact that I'm anxiously awaiting news about whether or not I can get into a press screening of "Shopgirl." Claire Danes was among my preadolescent heroes and I really want to see this flick with author/actor Steve Martin as the older love interest. Not that I know anything about dating older men.