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September 30, 2009

We interrupt this program...







The news offers little for the heart - the woman twittering about her miscarriage as if it's a sneeze, teens beating each other to death, young people dying in wars, someone spreads a false rumour about an abducted child, thievery, murder, and all the mayhems large and small, the news touts it all as new, but it's not new - the world has always had wars and sorrows and people causing harm, and coldness disguised as progress. What I like are blogs. The news tells me this is how it is. Blogs tell me about artists and poets, readers and thinkers, joys and amusements, hilarity and depth of feeling, shadow-sheer thoughts and profound life events. Give me the six o'clock blog peeks over the news anyday - although I still need the weatherman (even though I know which way the wind blows, thank you, BD).