anyone who seeks to do it must risk his own soul

"Politics is a strong and slow boring of hard boards. It takes both passion and perspective. Certainly all historical experience confirms the truth --that man would not have attained the possible unless time and again he had reached out for the impossible. But to do that a man must be a leader, and not only a leader but a hero as well, in a very sober sense of the word. And even those who are neither leaders nor heroes must arm themselves with that steadfastness of heart which can brave even the crumbling of all hopes. This is necessary right now, or else men will not be able to attain even that which is possible today. Only he has the calling for politics who is sure that he shall not crumble when the world from his point of view is too stupid or too base for what he wants to offer. Only he who in the face of all this can say 'In spite of all!' has the calling for politics."
-Max Weber

you're spending all your nights growing old in your bed

there are so many people walking around like zombies, suffering the loss of Hollie and Laura Ashley. We are broken.

All my love to both families. I can't imagine.

Hollie, you were like a part of my family. Although I would go for stints without seeing you, you were ever present. I'm lucky to have known you. Your toughness and intimidation scared a lot of Rachel friends haha, but you were always there when you were needed. You fiercely protected your little sister Rachel. You loved your family so much. Please know Rachel has a lot of friends who are going to see her through this.

Listening to your unedited music at the visitation, I couldn't help but smile. It was fitting, you wouldn't have cared about our stuffy clothes or the solemn occasion, you would have said anything you felt like saying. I love you for that. The music illuminated your eternal youth and immortal personality.


gonna stay eighteen forever, so we can stay like this forever

there's too many half-ways-in-betweens

I am confusing artificial light for the moon.

here and now

it's been nearly a year since the SC primary. 1/26/08 changed my life and the course of history. that Saturday night victory rally sparked momentum that would carry Obama through the primaries and a momentum for my future. and here i am, a year later. I'm going to see the inauguration. I'm going to see DC for the first time. I'm going to burst with pride for my country, government, and fellow Americans.

why so soft, unresisting and yielding?

my plans never seem to work out. i just want to get away. i just want to be left alone. i'm wallowing in self-pity and it's disgusting. i can't believe my own jealousy. i don't feel in control anymore.





why so little fate in your glances?