It feels like August in Seattle. Sunny sky, good faith, shimmering blue water.
I’m calculating August now.
Funny. I’m reading about propeller planes and watching one fly by. This is the second one I’ve seen today, and I suddenly feel like I’ve seen many.
What I pay attention to is what I’m focused on. It takes 10 times the effort to do something when I don’t think it’s on my path.
First note, I think what people are doing to themselves with alcohol is a very bad thing. To the extreme, it is killing them.
I’m sorry you went through that.
2nd, no one wants to read fiction anymore. Tell us the truth. Tell us what the hell is going on.
In a gas station today, I listened to a guy who sounded like he’d suffered some kind of brain damage. He was talking about the oil spill. Are they ever gonna clean that up? he says to a clerk who has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about. Obama got himself in that position on people’s faith, but he needs to get in there and do something, the guy said. He talked slowly, struggling out each word to pronounce it clearly, but his meaning was so completely clear in its simplicity. This man understood the situation. I laughed at the idea of the president expected to stop the oil bleed with his bare hands. And then I realized, that’s exactly what they want him to do. At least deal with it in a way that rewards trust. That’s EXACTLY what he promised the people. I know this because that’s EXACTLY what I promised the world in 2008. Realistically, I don’t expect him to fix it himself. But he needs to make it happen. Faith is a currency. One day soon, we will find out how much more it’s worth in weight than gold. And when people entrust so much faith in you, you’ve got to make it happen.