There have been a slew of posts documenting how Twitter is struggling. These are a couple of them.

There's something about this song that makes me think of the first zone of the original Sonic the Hedgehog game on the Sega Genesis.

Thanks to the Internet, I now know I'm not alone in hearing the line "I'm not talking 'bout moving in" as "I'm not talking 'bout Millenium"

Sometimes I get the feeling that the bad guys are going to win, and there's just absolutely nothing I can do about it, and I can't even just hang on and at least try to enjoy the ride to hell.

My sister reminds me of the 1968 Democratic National Convention which ended up erupting into riots. 1968 was a crazy year. Both MLK and RFK had been assassinated. The Vietnam War was still raging and sending body bags back at an obscene rate, and the American public was in an uproar. LBJ had announced that he would not seek re-election. The front-runners of the Democratic presidential nomination were Hubert Humphrey (who would end up losing ignobly to Nixon), the more status quo candidate, and Eugene McCarthy, whose platform rested heavily on an anti-war stance, with the goal of rapid withdrawal from Vietnam. The undemocratic manner in which Humphrey won the nomination without having participated in a single primary ended up being a liability in the general election, and resulted in permanent changes in the nomination process.

what follows is an unmanageable, undecipherable piece of mind-blather that fails to encapsulate the inexplicable sense of alienation I experienced today, wandering aimlessly through the streets of the city of my birth

Down the road that I dared not go.

I don’t want to hope for impossible things, and yet I can’t ignore it either.