On the list of things I never thought would end up referenced in one of my essays (that actually have been): space travel, time travel, Janis Joplin, Jimmy Buffett, ham sandwiches…I now add Paul Simon.  The title of the book was Homeward Bound. If you haven’t instantly been assailed with a song, one that will remain, grating your silences with dulcet, mellow tones all week long, you did not grow up properly American. Stuck in my brain. 

I like names for groups of things. A flock of geese, a herd of deer, school of fish, flotilla of swans, a murder of crows. Murder should be used more. When McCain and Bush are in the same room? A murder of republicans. …I suppose that could be easily misconstrued. Bill Clinton (as Hillary’s proxy) and Obama visited our university last week to give speeches. It was a murder of democratic values. See? Fitting.

I did not know that the Lorax went to war. It’s an…interesting kind of propaganda, I suppose. Kind of surreal…