Today, more than ever, I miss Bill Hicks and Rage Against the Machine.
Yesterday Dan and I tried to read the paper, but had already heard all of the news items on NPR and the morning news ticker, or already read about it on the Internet or heard it discussed on some talk radio show. “We know all the news,” we realized, unable to read another New Yorker article, but feeling like we had to, because it was doing something. All we can do is stay informed, and we were so informed there was no new information to absorb.
It makes me want to reread 1984, Fahrenheit 451, Animal Farm and Brave New World. Instead, I will read The Handmaid’s Tale.
Here’s something you can read right now. This is Cowgirl Funk’s essay on what is right and wrong, and how we’re supposed to know the difference.