about free markets and the economy and how reinvention is the real American tradition and the gumption of the enterprising youth and the power of the Internet for business and how said power is being threatened by legislature penned by lobbyists who were sicced by greedy conglomerates and how those aforementioned young enterprisers are the reason why I’m not in hysterics over the state of our economy and how I still have hope (in the dictionary sense and not the Obama-rhetoric sense) that everything will be okay.
I drew vertical integration diagrams in the air with my hands and quoted Ghandi (“Be the change you want to see in the world.” Why wait for government or a leader to make the change when you can make it yourself, when you can hold yourself accountable?) and cited passages from Emerson’s “Self-Reliance” and took sharp gasps of breath in between long, punctuation-less sentences.
After I finished my Network-esque rant, Nancy looks up from her computer and asks me how to spell “Zhongshan”. I spell it for her and she types it in, smiles and says,
“Spelling, that’s always been your strong suit.”
Yes. That’s exactly what I’ve been saying all along, Mom.