Cosy in the rocket and I need to go, to go, go, go

There's a stack of motivational books in my house waiting for me to get past chapter three. I'm not motivated to move forward in any of them. Ironic, huh.

Last week I actually finished one. The first nine chapters were fantastic, all about decisions a person must make to be a good leader. There was plenty of preach in it, which grated a little, but mostly it made great points through an interesting story.

Then came chapter ten, when the author decided to make his pro-Iraq plea that a good leader goes to war, charges against the foe. Being raised on literature, I can't just rip these pages out, do my own edit. So I put a note at the beginning of the chapter. I believe a good leader avoids war until all peaceful routes have been exhausted. Now I feel okay passing it on.

Side note: I've talked with quite a few cool people today and I get the feeling that we all don't know what to worry about first and most: Global warming, nuclear war, our children, our time, our commitments. It's soon gonna be one big party in a padded room.