From the day
Perspective: The Anxious Local · Sight
The neon glow of the gas station sign flickers at $2.27, a Sketchy price that makes my wallet ache as I watch my peeps line up for those overpriced tickets to see Happy Feet. Everywhere I turn, the headlines are buzzing about German museums reuniting, but I’m more concerned with the blurry silhouettes of kids in oversized hoodies clutching their new Wiis. The crisp autumn air bites through my fleece, and I can’t help but feel a flicker of dread about how fast everything is changing. Between the rising cost of a loaf of bread and this strange new "Twitter" thing, the world feels like it’s spinning far too quickly for me to catch my breath.