Saturday night I stumbled home from Amanda’s dinner party, bought four donuts with Sommer, and started blasting — I mean ear-splitting-volume blasting — The Feeding Of The 5000. It might indicate too much about the state of mind I was in, but I started thinking: I need to find some subjects to blog about that would allow me to get away with using Crass lyrics as headlines. Gaza threw me a bit off course, and then all of a sudden it became clear that Jessica Hopper bigfooted me.

The really scary thing is that her post is gibberish and yet I understand it all, have grappled with the same concerns, felt guilty and frustrated and bored about grappling with them, put it all out of my mind, and watched in horror as they kept coming back on me. If you want to read what this blog will look like in five years, you should probably just read her blog now. I even used to read a ton of William Vollman in college. This is painful.