Wednesday. Dinner last night at Tomasso's in North Beach after having a couple of Guinness at a “saloon” on Union Street just up the way from the motel. Irish coffee at the Tosca Café later, back to the apartment to check the Pennsylvania results. Watched a PBS Frontline program on global warming followed by something on solar panels and suddenly it was midnight. Had to do some tossing and turning to get to sleep.
I hope the Democrats don't blow this Presidential election. Hillary's position on the Iraq war and her vote to allow Bush to go into Iran have me in the Obama camp, but I'll vote for either one come the main event. It's just I have this “eight ways for a political party to shoot itself in the foot” feeling as I watch these primaries unfold. Life is messy and weird looking forward, it only looks simple and predictable looking back.
So, a slow day today in the motel, the four of us getting together at 4:30 to head out to the bar for the Rip Off Press party at the 500 Club. Since I didn't, for whatever reason, get a decent night's sleep - finding myself in a strange bed, probably - I've been napping, reading the papers and watching the various versions of what they call “news” on this motel cable connected television. It's weird to be someone who's not watched CNN (for example) for a long time and then see what the rest of the nation evidently considers normal, perhaps even rational. Weird and more than a little jarring. Then again, forty years ago, I would have said the same thing.