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well iv finished two books this week ("The Calling" & "Changeling").. which totals 377 pages!
TOTAL: 621 pages this semester.

this is an exerpt (sp?) from an essay about Mister Rogers i had to read for a college class and this paragraph was so well written and so powerful, i read it like 4 times.. i know its alot, but its deep.

"He is losing, of course. The revolution he started--a half hour a day, five days a week--it wasn't

losing. He is losing to it, to our twenty-four-hour-a-day pie fight, to the dizzying cut and the

disorienting edit, to the message of fragmentation, to the flicker and pulse and shudder and strobe,

to the constant, hivey drone of the electroculture … and yet still he fights, deathly afraid that the

medium he chose is consuming the very things he tried to protect: childhood and silence. Yes, at

seventy years old and 143 pounds, Mister Rogers still fights, and indeed, early this year, when

television handed him its highest honor, he responded by telling television--gently, of course--to just

shut up for once, and television listened. He had already won his third Daytime Emmy, and now he

went onstage to accept Emmy's Lifetime Achievement Award, and there, in front of all the soapopera

stars and talk-show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting

saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, "All of us have special ones

who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the

people who have helped you become who you are ... Ten seconds of silence." And then he lifted his

wrist, and looked at the audience, and looked at his watch, and said softly, "I'll watch the time," and

there was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people

realized that he wasn't kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch but rather a

man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked … and so they did. One

second, two seconds, three seconds … and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the

mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal

chandelier, and Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said, "May God be with you" to

all his vanquished children."

--Tom Junod
Can You Say ... "Hero"?