from my morning pages, this week:

On the day filled with news of the thwarted terror plot in London and the subsequent bannings on all flights of: books, liquids, solids, gasses, plasmas, electronics, hand luggage, Platonic solids , subversive ideas, bad haircuts, childhood keepsakes, showtunes, and mismatched socks, I wrote the following line.

“I don’t know what the right answer is in our War On Terrorism, but I do have a gut feeling that we’re not going to win any kind of conflict simply by being the country which can clench our buttcheeks together the hardest.”