I’m about to head out for LAX, after having about an hour-long discussion with my parents about my future and present. Basically, what I gather is that they don’t know what I do, and will never be satisfied and so I’ll just continue doing what I’m doing and when I win a Pulitzer, then I’ll laugh at them. Until then, I’ll just keep my own successes to myself. Argh, I know they mean well, but they annoy me to no end.
Beyond that, Tom Friedman rocks my world:
“Tim, I am no dreamer. I’ve seen a quagmire close up. We can’t want a unified, decent Iraq more than the Iraqis themselves. Ultimately, they will have to step up and come together around a plan and a leader. But the terrorists should have no illusions, and the Iraqi people should have no fears: America under John Kerry will give them every chance to succeed. We will not run.”
Time to leave for the airport.
