Why can't my newspaper be delivered to the steps of my apartment instead of infront of my garage? Do I live in my garage? No! And then my idiot neighbors run over the paper, on Sunday it was shredded. I keep calling the Chronicle, but they don't seem to be able to do anything besides putting a note to the carrier.

As I walked past Sproul Plaza on Berkeley's campus, I heard one person comment that if there was war, "this place would become a cauldron of revolt." That's just what I want to see, and if we add some spices, we can have a big cauldron of soup. Yum.

When I went past the Grand Lake movie theatre, in Oakland, CA the marquee proclaimed, "Happy Democratically Elected Presidents Day". This really got me to thinking, that I should only respect those Presidents who were democratically elected. I suppose President Hayes is out (since he got into office at the end of reconstruction on the Hayes-Tilden compromise). After reading John Adams by David McCollough, I know that things really weren't democratic at the founding of the country, since slaves counted as 3/5ths a person but couldn't vote and really the electors could choose whoever they wanted. And then women couldn't vote until the 19th amendment. And Jim Crow laws kept blacks from voting well into the sixties. So by my reckoning, Richard Nixon might be the first democratically elected president in this country. How scary is the thought that I would celebrate the election of that idiot. Maybe I'll just skip remembering President's Day altogether.

I have been so tired of reading and hearing about all the depressing stories in the news lately. I really want someone to make it all stop. My goal is to find upbeat and happy things to read on the internet. Maybe if I try to bury my head in the sand (an ostrich approach) things will get better.

This is my new attempt to waste time, by starting a blog. I should be working, but I don't feel like it right now. Welcome to my new procrastination toy.