Writing can be a cathartic experience, but even that has its limits. This blog is too public for some things, and not all inner feelings can be expressed in words. But the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groans too deep for words.

My keyboard is acting up again, so when I hit the "1" key it performs the function of the "enter" key as well. Sigh.... I wonder when my father is going to get that new laptop. I suppose I should give thanks for the times it works normally. Sometimes people need things to go wrong to wake them up. In fact, that happens all too often doesn't it?

I've actually done constructive stuff so far. My two History essays are almost complete. I suppose this remark here would make some people hit the roof. But, oh well...

Liz: We're using Economist for starters. But there's something wrong with the brazil page. Keeps loading blank pages for me...

Vicks: oh well, I suppose the plantations would have some problems. I think I saw some article on Human Rights Watch on abusive treatment of street youths in Rio de Janeiro.