Dear Summer and Spring,
Why have you forsaken me? Where are you? I thought you would have arrived by now. Are you mad at me for emitting too much Co2 into the atmosphere. Are you still sore about the time when I complained about humidity and the strange city liquids and smells that the city streets were oozing in June. I just need a break from all this flippin snow. I want tank tops and skirts and strappy shoes that don’t need to be rubberized/water-proof/ready-made for ice and hail. As I listened to “Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me” on NPR, and smirked as Peter Sagal scoffed at a caller who was calling less than 60 degree weather, “COLD,” I pondered on the relativity of the term “cold.”
I n other interesting Sunday news, the styles section of the NYT covers Myspace’s Impact Channel, devoted to politics and the 2008 presidential race. They quoted none-other than annoying Tom, the friend who you immediately want to move from your “top 8.”
“Tom Anderson, 31, a MySpace founder, said, “MySpace has a method of reaching people who are historically not interested in voting” and may not read newspapers or watch news on television. He added: “A MySpace profile could excite their interest in ways they are used to. In the same way they learn about their friends, they could learn about a candidate.”
So in other words, now you can STALK Barak, Hilary, and the numerous Johns via Myspace because the candidates are not already plastered on every other media outlet…especially if you’re a kid you don’t do anything but troll the internet.
sanster is done ranting
