In which I type on a calculator

I ended uo finishing this blog at home.

I'm just wondering. Where do I come from? Where are my roots? I'm not religious, I'm not ethnic. Where are my roots? I'm not close to family. I don't really know most of my family. I'm not grounded in that family at all.

So I suppose a good thing for me to do right now would be to identify my roots. Find my support systems. It's hard to be grounded when I don't see where I come from.

What can I say about my roots? Well

I come from a liberal place. I was mainly raised by my mother. My brother is a selfish little prick. I've had a train of nannies and au-pairs. My father and I have a random relationship. I've had something like eight cats in my life, 1 guinea pig and two birds. I've had friends too.

I'm going to continue tommorow. Now it is late

And, by the way, everyone should watch the Demitri Martin special. He's so funny.

Quote of the Day
The lack of emotional security of our American young people is due, I believe, to their isolation from the larger family unit. No two people - no mere father and mother - as I have often said, are enough to provide emotional security for a child. He needs to feel himself one in a world of kinfolk, persons of variety in age and temperament, and yet allied to himself by an indissoluble bond which he cannot break if he could, for nature has welded him into it before he was born. ~Pearl S. Buck