"Power at its best is love implementing the demands of justice. Justice at its best is love correcting everything that stands against love."

Aw. Love. I think I typed this same quote up last year on MLK Day. That's one of those rare quotes that has not, since I saw it posted on a professor's door and taped it to my telephone twelve years ago, stopped making perfect sense.

And even while you wonder, "Where is that kind of power?" it's not unknown. I've been on the end of that kind of power, the implementing of demands of justice. I feel like I've wielded that power, too. Speaking of: Job interviews! There is light at the end of the tunnel. Back to clinical work, back to the world that makes sense to me, devoid of creepy office power plays and useless spreadsheets. A return to the grey areas and pure painful honesty of dipping your hands in the lives of the hurting. I have a great interview outfit picked out. It's a bit loud. I pull my hair back, though, so as not to overwhelm these poor people.

I've got to nap. We're singing tonight, at like midnight, some benefit for a drama collective that thought, you know, it might be funny if we "dressed up like orphans and foster kids." Right? You feel how gross that is. Anyway, I have to sleep off my self-righteousness, avoid the -8000 degree cold, and prepare to try and not drink at a show. It's a fun little thing I'm trying, a return to my sXe days. Off to fall asleep to the rageful sounds of Propaghandi! It's 1995 up in here!