The BlogHer ReachOut tour is gearing up for its Boston and D.C. stops, but hearing the buzz of bloggers getting ready in the Northeast is making me sing the Delta blues. I'm sad that the Reach Out train had to cut the stops planned for Greensboro, Atlanta, Nashville and New Orleans because I was truly looking forward to BlogHer's focus on women in the Deep South and Southeast.

I'm feeling a tad Mad Max. Maybe it's because I was driving around listening to a little Veruca Salt while noticing the blank gas signs in town. Gas has been costing $00.00/gallon because we have a gas shortage. On Friday my brilliant fellow Floridians made a run on gas because Ike was headed to Texas, causing the Lords of Citgo to jack up prices, creating an apocalyptic frenzy, and then the gas was gone.

Obama has been meeting with Clinton's debtors and donors and supporters and his bundle donors to ask them all to help Hillary with her massive campaign debt. So now, despite months of hate and slime, we are all one big family, like the Brady Bunch, and he wants Bobby to pay for Marsha's nose job.

I'm all for commitments and daily practice. It's the best way to get things done and to center our attention. No arguments there. But I'm also all for breaking commitments. Life happens. Things change. Hedonists revert to our true nature despite best intentions. Reality interupts fantasy. Commmitments imply that we can see into the future and control it with our will, and life always straightens us out on that one.