An old spread from my sketchbook. It was initally in reaction to my feelings after reading Bulgakov's Master and Margarita, but it reflects my feelings about the 24 hour news cycle.
I was listening to an interivew with Burt Bacharach this morning while I was working. Burt was plugging his new album that just came out. It isn't one with a peppering of hits like "Raindrops keep fallin' on my head", but a protest album. He talked about how he is worried for his children, how he is worried about the state of things.
I tend to stay out of the political fray mainly out of frustration, but I am tired of being quiet about how I feel.
If you are a person that prays, pray that this administration doesn't bring about the apocolypse.
My wife was telling me the other day about how her aunt recently travelled to Norway to visit her family's ancestral home. She told my wife that the waterfalls that were on the fjord (norweigan for island i think...) where the old homestead is, are now gone.
This whole global warming thing isn't just a few parts on a satellite heating up and in turn giving us a faulty reading of earth's temperature.
Sorry for the depressing post, It was my daughter's frist day of school so all of these things are in the forefront of my thoughts.
