I thought I had some interesting links to post, but I changed my mind, and am going back to work on my grant application instead. 1:43am: finished.

Politics and the English Language, a pointed essay by George Orwell:

"This mixture of vagueness and sheer incompetence is the most marked characteristic of modern English prose, and especially of any kind of political writing."

"The whole tendency of modern prose is away from concreteness."

Whoops, 'got sidetracked reading Jessamyn's WTO protest journal entry. She took a bunch of pictures, too.

I watched The Big Lebowski last night. That is all the segue I can come up with to explain why I'm posting these lyrics. That, and the fact that this song was stuck in my head for a good part of the summer of '99, thanks to friends who were obsessed with the aforementionned movie. Bet ya thought Kenny Rogers only sang country music, eh?

Just Dropped In

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I woke up this mornin' with the sundown shinin' in

I found my mind in a brown paper bag within

I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high

I tore my mind on a jagged sky

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in

I watched myself crawlin' out as I was a-crawlin' in

I got up so tight I couldn't unwind

I saw so much I broke my mind

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

[psychedelic guitar instrumental break]

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)

Someone painted "April Fool" in big black letters on a "Dead End" sign

I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind

Eight miles outta Memphis and I got no spare

Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah