Even the Catapult Gods overcame their aversion to the stench of gunpowder when this prodigy took the stage.

In some ways Annie was the first of the modern celebrities.    It seems sad that such precision and clarity have given way to the mush of mass produced marketing and entertainment.  Navel gazing is embedded in the stars.  Without manufactured luminaries,  vast sections of humanity would have no clue what to aspire to.   Surely it can’t all be new and awesome diets, new and awesome hair-dos,  new and awesome  exercise routines, new and awesome everything.

I suspect that I’m just steeling myself for the annual crop of New Year’s resolutions that are about to blanket the country.    Polish your own internal lodestone,  the rest is just decoration.

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