2) brutus came back with me. the degree of happiness i've extracted from this has only further enforced the fact that brutus is my patron saint, a fact about which i am deeply uneasy.
3) lastly, i read five days at memorial on the plane ride home. (because a family guilted me into giving up my window seat and taking the middle in a different row so they could all sit together [which is fine though i think there should be a general acknowledgement of IS THAT EVEN A CHOICE??! would any person traveling alone want to spend an 8-hour flight trapped by a window fielding evil glances from the parents they've kept apart??] and so there was no sleep and my fool-proof plan for conquering jetlag was fooled and i read a good book instead.) the thing that's been rolling over in my mind ever since is the idea that, in the wake of katrina, new orleans wasn't america. it's a defense used to justify the fact that people did morally questionable things, but removing that reason for the statement from the guts of the statement itself, what do you make of that? i can't figure out if the term 'america' is being used as an idea or as in 'the united states.' a small difference that it seems would either make a large difference or none at all. but, aside from that, isn't the point of the united states that we are the united states and indivisible? the notion that a city could be, regardless of how deplorable the circumstances, ever be seen as being outside of america strikes me as downright bizarre.