I got an email from Bill Clinton today! Bill Clinton! It was pretty cool to come home from a long day driving around Southern California in a hellish storm and see that, let me tell you.

Bill, I already sent in my ballot. Oh… you already know who I voted for? Oh, you just want me to send some money? Is that all I mean to you? Damn.

Tonight I feel pretty good about the future of the world. I think it all comes down to karma. And today, the good karma people won. Take, for instance, the Red Sox. A few days ago the evil empire (Yankees) had won three games in the series and no one in the universe thought the Red Sox had a chance in hell. But they won the next four games! Totally unbelievable. The good karma people (Sox) beat the bad karma people (Yanks.)

Yo Yankee fans, before you flip out on me, please know I really don’t care about baseball too much, but you’ve got to know the Yankees are almost universally disliked. The only people who like the Yankees are, well, people like you. It’s all fine and good to have the owner with the most money, but basically it all comes down to karma. And yo’alls bad karma just kicked in.

I had a little karma treat myself this week. I had two extra tickets to the Wilco show in L.A. next month, because when they went on sale I was so scared it would sell out immediately I called my friend Colleen from a parking lot in Atlanta and made her buy me tickets when they went on sale. But at the same time my boyfriend bought tickets, so we were covered.

I could have sold the extra tickets on ebay and made a profit with which to buy some cocktails at the show. But I know that out there, there are many people like me, people who love Wilco but maybe had class that day tickets went on sale, or didn’t think it would sell out. I sold my tickets to an uber-grateful Wilco fan in Pasadena. When he sent me his check, he included a special treat – a bootleg CD of a show on Wilco’s 2002 tour.

I can’t tell you the happiness this brought me. For one thing, this CD will bring me pleasure for years to come, while a few cocktails at a club, while pleasurable, would soon be over, with no record. I will remember the show, but not the cocktails.

So the karma police are hanging out. Sometimes they take a little break, but I think they are around right now. It’s important to acknowledge them, just as it is important to be a nice person, and to be the best person you can be. Spit lightsparks at assholes, and we can change the world.

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