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I hadn't even known that we had a space shuttle mission going on. I'm not a news-keeper-upper-wither. If I know what's going on in the world it's usually because Gina tells me. I didn't know the State of the Union was going to be on until my archaeology professor made a passing mention of it in class that day.

Sometimes I'm ashamed that I don't know about what's going on in the world, and sometimes I'm angry that I'm expected to be ashamed about it. Why is it terrible to protect myself from the confusion and the sadness and all the other emotions that the media'd be manipulating out of me anyway? It's hard enough to sort out facts. My brain gets tired. By your spin, I'm intellectually lazy. Interpret away. By my spin, I'm mentally exhausted.

Furthermore, I'm hurting no one with my ignorance. Let's call what I live in the "Now" of Wolf Thought. I choose the smaller truth (lack of general awareness outside of my microcosm) inside the larger (The World and Its Workings). "Day to day, the smaller is enough." Don't respect me for it? I'm going to go ahead and choose not to care.

Unnecessary defensiveness aside, what horrible, horrible news. Dim flashback to the Challenger in the first grade. Didn't quite understand, then, what had happened. Yet in EPCOT's "America" exhibit, the part of the tribute montage at the end that makes me cry every time is the footage of the Challenger crew.

Now this. Those poor, brave people.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:37 AM | shower me with attention