Born Into Brothels: The Weepifying

So I watched Born Into Brothels last night. I cried, even though it’s not an unrelentingly sad documentary, in many ways. I think we of the Western world (maybe of any world) are destined to have multiple Siddharta Gautama moments. We wander outside our opulent palaces and become overwhelmed by the human conditions in a less privileged part of the world. I think this kind of recurring experience is a good thing. The subprime market meltdown, internet neutrality, Hillary’s increasingly tenuous grasp of reality, and the petroleum crisis don’t seem as important.

In other news, I biked to the tax office and paid my (2-months-expired!) vehicle registration. Yay. And maybe I didn’t sleep quite enough? BLARG I AM DED