Fired up again.
Why am I up at 5:30 in the morning reading the New Yorker and why am I so steamed that by 6:30 I'm writing on the blog? 'Cause this shit is fucked. This article isn't online, but go buy the New Yorker and read Samantha Power's article "The Envoy". And this is old news, but everyone should have already seen "The Fog of War".
PS. Poor planning is having ZERO food in your apartment and realizing its 14 degrees outside. Balls!