There is a lot to say about my core beliefs. But I can’t right now. Instead, I’ll merge two passions into one and skip the larger, agenda-oriented framework — for now! Sorry if this doesn’t make sense. To say this has been a difficult evening is an understatement. Okay. Now.

I spent nearly 20, nearly consecutive, years in the San Francisco Bay Area. I read the San Francisco Chronicle almost every day. It’s a bad paper, but it’s my paper, you know? Kind of like the 70s! I had [and still have online] a complex and almost completely one-sided relationship with columnist Jon Carroll. LIke a long-term marriage, there are good times and there are stupid times, but there’s a comfort and respect there that I love and need. Here’s a good one about the American culture of fear here. JC and liberal angst: two passions of mine.

And of course, let’s again mention my passion for little worlds. Oh, look how tiny!

This just in.. Watching a rerun of the 2006 Scripps Spelling Bee reminded me of an excellent word, which is a condition I suffer a lot: Weltschmerz, and how apt for this entry. PS: how awesome, the top 3 finalists were femmes, yay. I suppose I’ll have to relate my horrifying spelling bee experience someday.