it's great to see something i've written published, but especially something i'm not terribly proud of. i feel like i've got some insight into the grand unfinished-ness of so much that looks so final, and with it a powerful antidote to stifling dreams of perfection. i know a secret, i know for a goddamn fact that something looking awfully official is pretty second rate. one always has suspicions about these things, but finally i'm sure; i'm the author.

time for bed, i hope i dream of k.

here's a terrible thing: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/12/09/us/obama-backs-aides-stance-on-morning-after-pill.html?_r=1&hp

the argument for requiring a prescription for this plan b pill was that a 11 year old girl could buy it along with her bubble gum. but then:

“Where is an 11-year-old going to get the $50 to buy this product?” asked James Trussell, director of the Office of Population Research at Princeton University. “Why would they want to? It’s all nonsense.”


these are sad times. obama really is a compromise president between the moderately right wing democrats and the super right wing republicans. he's exactly what he promised. bof.