Is it still 2008? Jesus god, is this the longest fucking year in the history of the universe? From my grandfather’s stories, I had supposed that living through a Great Depression would be so jolly, but now I know what sent all of those people jumping out of windows. It’s like when World War I went from being the grandiose “Great War” to just boring old “World War I,” sort of a prologue to the real action. Can we just call the Bush Era “Ginormous Clusterfuck II” and have it done with? Then all of the traditionally married couples can have another baby boom and screw everything up even worse for future generations.

I feel a little guilty writing here. I feel like I should be doing something else, and since I found my to-do list, I know exactly what that something else is. I also feel like I shouldn’t be so bitter and tense and furious all the time. I heard America’s Treasure® Maya Angelou on the radio the other day, and she was talking about how people shouldn’t complain or whine because that only makes things worse. I agree, but I also feel that complaining creatively can sort of defuse things. I can’t fool myself into feeling I’m doing anything remotely creative, but that is neither here nor there.

OK, something good: I downloaded the latest iPhone software today, and I really love how the Google Maps gives walking and public transportation directions and even tells what time the bus supposedly comes. This being Baltimore, the key word of any public transportation is “supposed.” But I won’t complain or whine. I’ve walked and taken the bus and light rail a great deal lately, and it’s all fine. Everything is fine. You can get there from here.

That was the motto of my old college: You Can Get There from Here.

Its unofficial codicil: But Where Ya Goin’? Nowhere!