Thursday, December 30, 2004

The DCeiver returns.

I have no idea what day it is yet. We are returned from a week of floating around the Atlantic and the Caribbean on the ms Zuiderdam, The DCeiver's favorite ship in the Holland America fleet. We visited the Bahamas and Saint Thomas and Saint Maarten, read through the assigned NaNoWriMo submission, which in turn gave us graceful little storyboards floating in our head and Echo and the Bunnymen on the soundtrack, and very nearly finished plowing through five months of The Believer back issues.

Of course, the big news this week is the horrific tragedy in the Indian Ocean (and it is a tragedy in the classic sense because it was inevitable, presumably). Of course, President Bush has only ponied up a cocknocking $15 mil to help out, mainly because he's all sad that 9-11 isn't the cool tragedy (though it wasn't a tragedy in the classic sense because it tweren't inevitable, bitches) anymore. A quarter of the crew of the ms Zuiderdam were Indonesian, and I really have no idea how they continued to do their jobs without breaking down and freaking out.

But you should help out, and the best place to start is with the International Red Cross. Mail a yuppie food stamp (see D. Coupland for etymology of that term) to them today, and keep your ears open for additional aid opportunities.

Now, what fucking day is it today?

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