Ranting

I don't know how to start. First, I just finished a slutty book. As someone told me yesterday, the brain needs junk food too. The book was interesting but poorly written. The whole plot was so contrived that there were elements of history woven in with murder, drug addition, and sex. SLUTTY!

I also found an amazing podcast. The New Yorker: Fiction has an author published in the New Yorker introduce and discuss a short story from the archives. The reader that reads the stories is great, has just the right amount of emotion so you can hear it and stay interested. I listened to two while walking Ruby today. Too bad I don't have a pair of headphones so she can listen, too (haha).

The hardest part of my day occurred when I confronted my mom about her drinking problem while she was pouring herself a drink. I'm hoping that my emotions didn't put her too much on the defensive so that she will consider helping herself. She did call me to say that she is willing to work on her problem. Which is a good start, but I hope she isn't just saying what she thinks I want to hear.

Now my boyfriend is going out for drinks with the guys that he just spent a three day weekend with instead of just coming home. This kind of bothers me. He knows that I'm in a rough patch of life and he thinks it is more important to go out for drinks than to come be with me. Maybe he is just avoiding being around me because I am a downer at the moment, but I don't think that that is fair.

Whatevs.

Security

Wow.  It's been awhile, but here I am.  

Let's start right in...

The other day I was thinking about security.  I mean, I saw Obama when he came to Lafayette and he was surrounded.  After he spoke, he went around the railing to shake hands.  Along with him were four guys, two going before him and two behind him.  These men were scanning the crowd, like they would be able to see anything happen.  Everyone had to go through security just to get into the place anyway.

The next week I went to a free Roots show.  There wasn't any security; I saw people there with book bags.  Members of the band ran through the crowd without any security.

So what's the difference between a political superstar and a musical superstar?  Wouldn't it be a tragedy either way?  I know that some people care more about music and the music scene than about politics.  Should musicians have a security team too?

More thoughts to come.