Laura Bush wants you to know…

…that no one is suffering over the war in Iraq more than she and the president.

Tell that to the military troops and the civilians who are DYING over there, Laura, not to mention each and every one of their families and all of their friends.

I’ve never seen a president and first lady, nor read about any historically, who are more out of touch with reality, let alone their own people, as these sheisters. 

Who’s a zombie? I am, I am

I am sick with allergies that started a head cold that eventually turned into full-blown achy, moaning, zombiefied foot-dragging slouching through the apartment for the past two days. 

 This made me sicker:

“What’s most troubling about Senator Reid’s comments yesterday is his defeatism,” Mr. Cheney said. “It is cynical to declare that the war is lost because you believe it gives you political advantage. Leaders should make decisions based on the security interests of our country, not on the interests of their political party.”

Cheney has always tried to make Democrats seem unpatriotic and “negative” about the war, mired in defeatism, from the beginning.  It’s an old tactic that some people let fool them for the first few years of the war, but not many do now, Dick.  Get a new line of argument, one that actually speaks to the issues, instead of trying once again to make your opponents seem un-American when in fact they’re only doing the job the people hired them for when they turned control of congress over to them again.  Cheney should remember he’s in the service of the people, too, and the majority of us want this finished.

Now, back to dragging my foot behind me and moaning.

One more dimension

I looked on the Random House page for One for Sorrow today.  They have the number of pages listed for it now:  336 pages.  I want to squeal like a little kid for some reason over page numbers, probably because it adds yet another dimension to the book that makes it feel real.

I could also see what the cover will look like with a blurb on it. 

One day late in August I will actually be able to hold it in my hands.  Right now, for me, it’s still sort of a dream of a book than a book. 


I don’t want to write about what my feelings are surrounding the incident at Virginia Tech.  My students and I talked about it in class today, and in that sort of setting, one on one, everyone in a circle, looking at each other and trying to recognize each other’s humanity as best we can, and trying to recognize the killer’s humanity as best we can too–which is often something no one wants to consider, that what Cho did was a human thing, obviously, because we should be able to see that humans throughout history kill each other for all sorts of reasons and for no reason whatsoever sometimes, it’s one of the things we do–but I don’t find journaling about my feelings and thoughts about the incident online, where there’s already a certain amount of distance to cross for people, and so soon after, is the best place for me personally to talk about all of the issues surrounding such an event.  Maybe later. 

Instead, because I was too shocked and sad when I heard of his death recently, I decided to spend some time rereading some of my favorite books he’d written, and am lining up a couple that I hadn’t read before to read now as well.  If anyone has favorites to suggest, tell me which ones.  I reread Slaughterhouse Five this past October, so I won’t be returning to it right now, and I just read his latest Man Without a Country, which was excellent, in January.  I started rereading Cat’s Cradle today, and came across one of the best little descriptions ever, and still apt, and perhaps will always be apt, as long as humans live:

“You scientists think too much,” blurted  Miss Pefko.  She laughed idiotically.  Dr. Breed’s friendliness had blown every fuse in her nervous system.  She was no longer responsible.  “You all think too much.”

A winded, defeated-looking fat woman in filthy coveralls trudged beside us, hearing what Miss Pefko said.  She turned to examine Dr. Breed, looking at him with helpless reproach.  She hated people who thought too much.  At that moment, she struck me as an appropriate representative for almost all mankind.

The fat woman’s expression implied that she would go crazy on the spot if anybody did any more thinking. 

–Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

As Stan Lee says, ’nuff said.


I feel like I’m wading through a fog today.  Between the already low energy phase I’ve been in for the past few days, and then what happened down at Virgina Tech, and then finding out, well, lots of other sad news from friends, I’m not really running on all cylinders.  Everyday, lately, it feels harder and harder to even wake up because the world feels more like a nightmare than any nightmares I may have in my dreams.  Tell someone you love that you love them.  That’s what I’m going to do till I don’t feel so weighted down by all of this.  It’s the only cure for this sort of feeling that I know. 

A question

I’ve been thinking a lot about blogs and online journals recently.  To be honest, not in any consideration of what I’m doing with my own so much as just being very interested in them as a form or mode.  I’m interested in knowing what other people think about them.  What are they for?  What are some of the various reasons why people keep them?  How do they decide on what to write?  What sort of content do they choose to make public versus the old idea of the private journal or diary and why?  I’m interested because I think the blog or online journal has its origins in the form of the journal or diary or log, and those are (mostly) private spaces, but an online journal is in a public space, and I think this makes it something very different from the private mode where its form, its structure at least, originates.  I know some people use them as public platforms for their business or career or their politics, which falls in line with public use of a public form, but what about the journals that seem more oriented to private matters being posted in a public space?  Does it indicate that certain things we once considered private matters are transitioning into public or social matters?  All sorts of questions I have about this stuff, but I don’t have a sense of what lots of other people think, to be honest, so school me.


p1010058.jpgLast week I got this really cool Czech anthology called “Trochu”.  It’s edited by Martin Sust.  Martin published a Czech translation of “The Language of Moths” in it, along with some other really really cool stories by the likes of Hal Duncan, Jeff Ford, Theodora Gossonova, Ellen Klagesova, Tim Pratt, Alan Deniro, Benjamin Rosenbaum, Paul Melko, Paolo Bacigalupi, Bruce Holland Rogers, Kij Johnsonova, Eileen Gunnova, Sorah Monetteova, Ken Wharton, David Marusek, Greg Frost, Cory Doctorow, Jay Lake and Caitlin R. Keirnanova.  I don’t understand Czech, but I think it’s unfair all the women get   ova attached to their last names and men don’t get anything.  But I noticed p1010056.jpgmy name in my bio was spelled Christophera Barzaka.  Some of the men’s names were changed in their bios and some weren’t.  I’m not sure why.  I’m interested to know though, as I am a language geek after learning Japanese, so if you know Czech drop me a comment or an e-mail and explain.  Anyway, it looks really cool too, as you can see.  The interior black and whites are really lovely.