Maybe all you need is a furrowed brow and a look of concern

Here we are--it's two weeks later in the vast expanse that is Winter Session at San Francisco State. And yet, we're almost done. The midterm, had we had one, would have been about today, in between my 9:00 coffee and my 11:00 nature call. Luckily though, there was no midterm, just piles of reading...this, for a girl who didn't get through Great Expectations, The Scarlet Letter, or even Al Franken's latest.

Doh!

In characteristic Beth fashion, thoughts have escaped my lips, only half formed in their clarity.

Feelings of Who does Bush think he is?? and who does Lieberman think he is?? and why do we talk about Iraq and not Darfur? and so on, ramble around in my little noggin, all competing for airtime, not sure what to make of the apparent report that America is in fact, purple, it's just Orrin Hatch and Ted Kennedy that are red and blue. And who cares about them? They're only politicians.

The funny (as in weird) thing in class today was our extensive discussion about how a president uses wartime to enact policies or changes on many fronts. Hence, the ubiquitous, "if 'x' happens, the terrorists win" line. If we don't reform Social Security, the terrorists win! So I guess the terrorists have won.

I must be a treasonist, supposing things like that.

No, actually, I'm just a San Franciscan--off in search of some sourdough and Ghirardelli chocolate. Fondue party here we come!