It’s about time. Barack Obama is the next President of the United States of America.
I knew it!
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( source: cnn.com )
A CHANGE IN HISTORY
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To say the things i want to say to you would be a crime.
To admit i'm still in love with you
after all this time
i'd rather let you touch my arm until you die.
Seduce me with your charms until i'm drunk on them go home and drink in bed
and never let myself love like that again.
— Sharon Van Etten, A Crime
I thought of home, of spaghetti swimming in rich tomato sauce, smothered in Parmesan cheese, of Mamma’s lemon pies, of lamb roasts and hot bread, and I was so miserable that I deliberately sank my fingernails into the flesh of my arm until a spot of blood appeared. It gave me great satisfaction. I was God’s most miserable creature, forced even to torturing myself. Surely upon this earth no grief was greater than mine.
— John Fante, Ask the Dust
But what we are is what our ancestors did. How they survived. We are the memories we don’t remember, which live in us, which we feel, which make us sing and dance and pray the way we do, feelings from memories that flare and bloom unexpectedly in our lives like blood through a blanket from a wound made by a bullet fired by a man shooting us in the back for our hair, for our heads, for a bounty, or just to get rid of us.
I thought the moment had come yesterday, when you left your breakfast untouched. I broke off a piece of my own breakfast bread, which you ate from my hand. (Like reading mass together.) By evening, though, your appetite had returned. So let’s think no more about it. Let’s look to this day, and only this day. This gift of a perfect summer morning.