First Iran ignited in a burst of rage when the incumbent government made their election into a mockery. The world watched, mesmerized by the photos of protests that Iranians made available through the web. Tweeters, in particular, were caught up in the sense of hope.
Then, much closer to home, one Metro train slammed into another and several people died. It happened right after my daughter landed at BWI; her brother was picking her up, so I knew they were both safe, but all I could think about was that it could just as easily been a plane crash.
Somehow the evolution of publishing into digital format seems a good deal less critical. Paying for college, commuting, sitting through meetings— all of it is manageable. There are at least nine people in DC and who knows how many in Iran who don't have to worry about any of that anymore.