I posted to my journal about how hearing Christine Collister's cover of Richard Thompson's song "How Will I Ever Be Simple Again?" made me cry today. Of course, it doesn't take much to make me cry. I still haven't really slept since Noon Tuesday.
I've not been updating here, but I think lots of other fine webloggers have done great jobs covering things, I don't feel I've much to add. Even though I've watched many hours of TV coverage, and I've read countless journal entries and posts to newsgroups, my heart isn't in looking at too much coverage, at posting to too many items.
I did do TV Picks today. A couple people have written to say they appreciated that, so it's worth it.
This editorial cartoon about sums it up, I suspect there are all sorts of variations on this idea out there.
Coverage at startribune.com has been good, I can't help but think about my former coworkers there and what it must be like reporting this.
My friend Shaun was in San Diego early this week for a business thing, I finally talked to him last night. He wasn't sure how long it'd be before he could get a flight back here, so he was considering renting a car and driving back to Minneapolis. "It beats sitting here doing nothing," was what he said. Yeah.
It sounds like the Minnesota Folk Festival will go on this weekend as planned, I've no idea if the performers who are coming from out of town will manage to make it here or how that'll work. But I'll likely be going with friends to see other friends perform and somehow it's got to be a good thing.
Oh hey-- remember when I posted about the auction of Bob Dylan's childhood home on ebay? The place finally sold (though not via any online auction).
Five firefighters were rescued today. Thank God. [It's since been reported that this story is false. Damn.]
Jim Walsh has been listening to the U2 song "Peace on Earth". I've been listening to Jane Siberry's "Calling All Angels" and Peter Gabriel's "Here Comes The Flood" and James Keelaghan's "Cold Missouri Waters" and then I can't listen to any more music for a while. Nothing seems quite right, really. And everything makes me cry.