tick tock

Just ran out for a quick early lunch at Counter Culture—world of the greatest spring rolls this side of, um, Bernalillo? I don't know. Feel a little crazed trying to make sure everything gets done before I leave tomorrow for sunny Evanston, Illinois. (I don't really know if it's sunny). I have a sort of irrational prejudice against the midwest based on nothing (hence irrational, although I think I believe all prejudices are irrational), but it will be nice to get out of town for a few days, attend some kickass journalism workshops, listen to Dan Savage (wish I could get away with changing my last name to Savage) see some fellow AAN editors and, most importantly, sleep in a climate-controlled hotel room for a few nights. I probably won't be able to blog from there, but I surely will try to report on my workshops etc., upon my return. May, perhaps, borrow camera from SFR to take with me. In the meantime, I have a gazillion emails, calls, meetings to shuffle through, errands to run etc., boring, boring so I guess I better skidaddle (can't possibly be the right spelling).
But before I go, here are the questions/thoughts I am pondering:
The city council meeting tonight is looking pretty freaking crazy. Bets on how late it goes? Will Wal-Mart get approved? Is Judge Gallegos' reputation so screwed that no one is going to blink at the fact that the person pointing the finger left her court a year ago, just came forward now, right before leaving town, after working for her ex-husband? Will SF County drop the idea of DWI seizures now that Abq's law has been shot down? Will the county buy the former Paramount building? Should they? Is it a coincidence that both the new mex and the journal used the verb "probe" to describe the governor's interest in investigating the Gallegos situation? Am I the only one that associates the word probe in a semi-dirty way?


Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a persistent one.

-Albert Einstein