and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

Today, this day, things have happened. Somewhere, out there, an indie rock band fed up with living in their parent's basement and worn from years of suburban subjugation penned one of the finest rock tunes speaking out about this government, it's leadership, and the wars it is unemotionally perpetrating. Admittedly, they got the idea after reading the Rolling Stone's new article by Prince RFK, Jr. in which he explains how the republicans stole the 2004 elections.. but they'll never get anywhere with it because they lack the motivation required to climb out of such a primordial soup so seemingly impossible of creating anything new or original. It's funny, you come from nothing, you go back to nothing.

Today it rained and rained and rained because the squall line was moving at such a slow speed it looked as if they dark black clouds would never leave; like a tornado standing still, a giant god-like drill bit focusing its entire energy down on one small spot, an insignificant point, a small white house. Inside, a woman kneeled down and prayed because, afterall, storms are an affirmation of the existence of god and there is no possible progression other than to get down on your knees and beg for mercy beg for forgiveness beg for the small little spot your life is on the big quilt of life. Then she got struck by ligthening.

Today, a young wife passionately democratic and not quite jaded enough yet to give up all hope graciously watched her husband join the United States Army, that institution of brilliant light, the cavalry, the boys in blue, the savoirs of freedom and all that is right. She sighed, and looked at the ground. Pavement has a way of presenting such complex imagery when you least expect it. He's going to Afghanistan. I hear it's nice there this time of year.

Today, job growth slowed and unemployment rates dropped.