Songs For A Fireplace.

Did you know that I wrote a poem about you? Yea, you. Whoever you are. I wrote about you. I write about all of you who exist, who don’t exist, who once existed, who may exist at some point. I write about each and every one of you. You’re all a part of me now.

To be a fly on the wall in the Oval Office today.

I’ve been asked several times if I’m planning on attending Barack Obama’s inauguration. I’ve responded thus far with a ‘maybe,’ but let’s be real here. If you’re just an average fanboy without a press credential (and even if you have a press credential) where exactly are you expecting to be? Right up front? In the middle? In the back, but close enough to see? I don’t think so. You’re going to be standing in a crowd somewhere in the Mall, miles away from the action. Oh, but don’t you worry: there will be TVs set up all around the Mall so that you can watch. So you can stand there and freeze with thousands of other people in Obama tee-shirts and watch the events from a TV situated in the street somewhere. All to say that you were somewhere in the general vicinity of this historical event. Well, so will I: on my couch, in the warmth of my apartment. Just as well off as you, only more comfortable. This is, of course, unless someone (ahem ahem) slips me a press pass…

I’ve been a bad Twitter-er, but I’m going to try again.

Today was productive in the least productive sort of way.

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About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”
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