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I curled back up in bed for a few minutes this morning – after eating my Frosted Mini-Wheats and drinking half of my cuppa joe – and… well, *basked* is really the only appropriate word, in the softness of my down comforter snuggled up all around my ears. I don’t climb back into bed often on workdays – mostly I’m late to the office because I’m reading or breaking a vibrator – but the weather was overcast, cool and foggy, and it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Turns out it was.

I had the first moment of something good I haven’t felt in a long time, longer than I can remember. I’m not sure how exactly to describe the feeling save as a combination of contentment, happiness, optimism, peace – something warm and shining and pure that gleamed nacreous in my heart’s eye like a pearl formed around a splinter of obsidian. I know I’m waxing goth-melodramatic here, and I hope that you readers three will forgive me for same, but that’s really what it felt like. I can still almost find that fleeting feeling of calm shining clean and white with all the colors of my emotions playing beneath its surface, but only if I don’t try to grab onto it or stare too long at it. I’m better now, but only if I don’t try too hard. Probably a zen koan in there somewhere.

They never mentioned the function of minders. Never mentioned terror.

In one case, a correspondent actually went to the Internet Center at the Al-Rashid Hotel and printed out copies of his and other people’s stories — mine included — specifically in order to be able to show the difference between himself and the others. He wanted to show what a good boy he was compared to this enemy of the state.

This has been floating around various political and warblogs – I believe I tracked it down on Winds of Change - but I’m not sure how many people are really paying attention to to what our trusted media feeds have been feeding us. Living with compromise every day and going along to get along, to protect your sources, are a far cry from putting your hands over your eyes to see no evil, over your ears to hear no evil, and finally over your mouth, to bear no witness to evil. I’m still stuck in my reaction to this – sickened by it – and don’t have much coherent and non-pontificatish to say besides that the shit’s just wrong, so I’ll leave you with this old Arabic proverb: “If you live with someone for forty days, you become like him.”

Thanks to Kat for reminding me that today’s Talk Like a Pirate Day!

And to all y’all who wanna be interviewed, I’m a slug and a worm and will have questions to you sooooonnnnn….

*slink*

And if the Hamburgler were a pirate he’d be crying out “Aarrrghulburgers!!!”

Don’t look at me like that… I’m just sayin’.

Oh, and Johnny Depp is still my Imaginary Pirate Boyfriend. So there.