Drowning: Today is not such a hot day so far; my life has become deluged with bureaucratic nonsense. I am probably the only person in America who can't get a credit card. Why? Because I don't have a credit card, of course.

Here are a couple of things, I've come across in the midst of this bureaucratic madness:
The newest diet craze may be brainwashing.
More church news from NC.
The Vagina Monologues get some competition from the Holy Phallus.

And the one thing that cheered me a little on this dark day was Garrison Keillor, who writes about cell phones: "People like to be talked to. It has nothing to do with literary merit; it's about vowels. This is what our women wanted when they said, "Why don't you ever talk to me?" We imagined that they wanted us to talk about the future of higher education, so we sat and thought long thoughts, but really they only wanted some clucking and chittering, a few caws. This is what cellphones are for, to honk into and declare our position and reaffirm loyalty." I think that is true to a certain extent, and coincidentally is how I feel about people commenting on my blog... I don't need literary masterpieces, just reaffirmation that someone actually read something. Let's face it, people are needy.