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Saturday, February 23, 2013

It was a day like this


One of Springfield's downtown parking lots. Or, vista, as I like to think of it.

* Hubris Isn't the Half of It. [Via.]

* The Economist: The great experiment | At last, drug prohibition is being challenged by fresh thinking:

UNTIL recently it seemed that nothing would disturb the international consensus that the best way to deal with narcotic and psychotropic drugs is to ban them. Codified in a United Nations convention, this policy has proved impervious to decades of failure. Drug consumption has not, in most parts of the world, fallen. Prohibition inflicts appalling damage, through the spread of organised crime, the needless deaths of addicts exposed to adulterated drugs and the mass incarceration of young men.

* Mark Brown: Interesting people live in city’s cubicle hotels:

When people in power start saying stuff like “nobody should have to live like that,” those who are living like that know to be on guard against something bad headed their way.
And so it is happening again here with a group of Chicago aldermen who say they want to close the last of the city’s cubicle hotels, best known for the chicken wire ceilings above the tiny stalls that serve as rooms.

* I once had the idea that the hardest part about losing someone to death is waking up the next morning and realizing they're gone and we're still here to go on. I don't know if that's a healthy way to look at death or not, but I continue to find some comfort in that thought. We woke up this morning to the news that the father of my children passed away sometime late last night or early this morning. And tomorrow we shall continue on with our lives and know we're all better for it because he was here. Only good memories. All questions are considered answered. Square with house. No regrets. No sorrows. No pain.

Posted by Marie at February 23, 2013 8:32 PM