Through chaos as it swirls It’s us against the world
Like a river to a raindrop, I lost a friend
December 18, 2011: Authorities in a flood-stricken southern Philippine city organized the first mass burial of some of nearly 700 people who were swept to their death in one of the worst calamities to strike the region in decades.
Christmas is coming up. Spare a thought, a prayer, a dollar for those who won’t be celebrating it this year.
“Even after she no longer accepted rides in the red Mustang and settled for a black Sedan instead. Even after he began playing for another woman. Even after all the Jack he drank no longer let him see the keys he was playing. Even after they were both buried in different cemeteries on different continents, and no one could really remember their names. Even then, that’s what she would always be. The pianist’s muse.”—P.L. to C.N.
“It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you.”—Valerie
President Bashar al-Assad held his first interview in Damascus with a U.S. reporter since the start of the Syrian uprisings, telling Barbara Walters that he did not order a government crackdown on protesters. Assad said that he had the support of the Syrian people and denied the crediblity of the United Nations reports estimating the violent death of more than 4,000 people. He claimed that the majority of people killed since March have been government forces. He admitted that some mistakes had been made, but were undertaken by individuals, claiming that as president he does not “own” the army.
Foreign Policy Middle East Brief, December 7th, 2011
Holly Golightly:You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak:The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly:No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Holly Golightly:Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
“Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.”—John Berger