I'm getting tired of having conversations with my family about psychos. My eldest brother lives with his family in Richmond: my girlfirend and I got to enjoy the sniper's atmosphere when we were visiting a few week's back. I live in New York, first target for every jackhole with a nuke from Castro to Che to bin Laden. Today some asshole shot a bunch of people at the University of Arizona, where my middle brother is doing post-doc work.

I can't wait until I go to Kenya and only have to worry about nice, purposeful, political violence, instead of worrying all these nihilistic nutbags.

Hope to finish that three-way book review tonight.