everyone seems to be feeling a little meta today -- as for me, i'm feeling both a little meta and a little worn out by all the bad news. productivity's up for the second quarter, and that's nice, but the episcopal general convention seems to have exhausted itself fighting over gene robinson. it couldn't work up the energy to approve a liturgy for same-sex unions.

laurel has a term for these sorts of actions (non-actions) and people: ass-hat. as in, boy, those bishops who walked out...what ass-hats. or...they voted down that resolution. what ass-hats. and so on. it makes me giggle every time i say it out loud and is consequently wonderful for banishing angry bad moods.

continuing the litany of bad news, there's the car bomb at the jordanian embassy and arnold schwarzenegger running for governor of california. not that i would place those two events on the same level, bad-wise. but still--i can't decide which piece of news i'd rather go on about.

and...ok, i admit it, work is a tad boring today. i've been doing some pretty heavy blog-surfing, and the weirdness of this small parallel universe is amazing. it's amazing how quickly all the political blogs pick up the same threads, even when they seem plucked out of the air, amazing how people think of status in the blogosphere, amazing how political it all is. apparently there's going to be a blogging convention, and none of the lefty bigwigs were invited. now, i agree that that probably makes for a fairly untruthful view of Blogistan (as definite bigwig atrios has called it)...but there was some serious spite going on among these folks and their more devoted followers. how seriously can someone who works entirely anonymously take her/himself?

i have to admit, though, that the world of the blog is a fascinating one. the grad school search has recently included a minor fascination with new media and blogging as political tools, but i don't know if it will last. how the hell could anyone study the blogosphere? it doesn't exist, or rather, it exists in a perpetually shifting, overtly partisan, too private and too public sort of space.

right...there's no ending to this post, but it is time to go home. and then to yoga. and then to bed. and then to work. and then to chicago. and then, oh my lord, to the wedding. eek. i'll be back on tuesday.