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Some days are reduced to shopping lists. This appears to be one of them. I have been busying myself this morning reading articles on the internet. I have been officially booted from the “Rapture Forums” site for being an uppity “liberal”. Apparently my suggestion that the Rapture couldn’t come soon enough because it would rid us of the distraction these people are causing was the final straw. At the time I had been commenting on a string that was discussing the eminent impeachment of Obama. They didn’t accept my premise that it is at least in part racially motivated. If these little flare ups and the subsequent political fallout are on a par with Watergate and Iran Contra then my memory is much worse than I thought.

I was listening to a piece on the radio today that was referencing a Thornton Wilder novel illustrating how a catastrophic event is a hinge or bridge between the past and the future.  Some how from that I began to think about my writing and how most times I don’t think I have anything unique to say. Then it struck me.  I was thinking about a particular topic or subject and not my take on it. In the same way one would have thought that after the rise of Pizza Hut as a national chain in the 70’s there would be no more room in that restaurant segment. However since that time not only have Poppa John’s, Poppa Murphy’s, Dominoes, Little Czars and a host of regional chains thrived but local shops continue to open and succeed. Why? In every case they bring something unique to the market   For some it is as simple as location/convenience.  For others it is the unique style their product or store.  Point being, the marketplace seems to never reach a limit.  So I’ll continue to write, reassured by the fact the “market” isn’t as finite as I once imagined.

Well not really, but I had to do something to break the malaise of the past few days. Spring, or the lack there of has been getting me down. I’m not sure if I need a long nap, a couple of shots of Tequila or if some kind of long term fix is more in order. Work has become a grind and even as easy to placate as I normally am I am really really really getting to the point where I need to do something different. It has become all too easy just to sit here and fuck around on the computer and really do nothing.