5:18 pm-Again, before leaving for home-off Monday. Last night-dinner, kids bed, dinner, bed. Salem is getting a cold. Boys went to the Dr’s-colds, otherwise OK. Up today, work, mySpace contact with an old music collaborator at the studio, libriVox recordings. Time to go home.
Listening to: Schubert, U2, Morcheeba, Randi Rhodes, DN!
Page 25, Sentence 5 (p23 was a title page…): “”I don’t talk to journalists anymore,” says the strained voice at the other end of the phone.” The Shock Doctrine: the rise of disaster capitalism