Movie and Poem

So Farenheit 9-11 was very well done. I couldn't always distinguish between the propaganda bits and the accurate bits, which was both impressive and worrying. (Though that part doesn't matter to me personally. I, um, don't particularly want Bush in office, and I didn't want us in Iraq, for reasons independent of Moore's theses.)

I think that I will not be able to reread Rilla of Ingleside for at least ten years now, however.

I thought this poem (exerpted from The Washington Post's Book World was a nice distraction from the horribly depressing movie. The barbecue I went to today was also a nice distraction, and ultimately a more successful one, but it doesn't work as well on a computer screen.

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