What a Difference a Continent Makes
There's so much to write about today, much of it disjointed, but I shall start with the important things. First of all is the notable difference between the war-mongering US press, and the rest of the world's presses. My biggest resource is of course my favorites in the UK press, where there was even poetry by prize winning authors which was not only against the war, but an interesting commentary on how America is just marching on towards it. The English speaking Asian press is much the same. No one wants this war except the States. But they are sending troops mostly to avoid angering us too much. Although I also suspect that last week's ricin arrests in the UK and the Bali bombing (which seems to have affected mostly Australians), not to mention today's el Queda arrests in Italy with a pound of C4 are also fueling the drive. But I don't see the logic myself. We've raided Afghanistan, and for what? More terrorist attacks and planning. And now we're going to do the same with Iraq, despite the fact that they've complied with every edict we've given them. I do think that Saddam is pulling a fast one, I really do, but that gut feeling in the lack of being proven doesn't quantify war.

I'm miserable as well today because I had hoped to hear that I was getting a second interview for a job today, and instead I haven't. Which isn't to say that I haven't got the second interview, but rather that I haven't heard. But let's face it, it isn't good news. The job is gone, I have not got it. And I truly wanted it, so I am very very sad.

Not to mention, for some reason the other news that I've been exposed to is equally sad. Very "what is the world coming to?" type of sad. Articles on the rape of children in South Africa, which has reached epidemic proportions for reasons which seem yet unfathomable. The last night was a documentary on the porn industry. It is all really just quite amazing. And not in a good way.

Even my knitting has packed up. Somehow I managed to have to take out three rows on my latest scarf creation.

I am living on those four epic words: tomorrow is another day.
Love,
Anne