I am terrible in emergencies.  I love the ocean at night. I spend a few minutes each day regretting my laziness, but do nothing to change it.  I create chaos while coveting tidiness. I dream of bright  skyscrapers and the beauty of cement sidewalks. I wish I had even the slightest trace of artistic talent. I am superstitious and equally unsure of the existence of God and ghosts. I do believe in retail therapy, however. I don’t know my times tables.  I read quickly.  I want to overcome my fears without any effort. I open the door, start again.   

One hundred days is an artificial judging point, an observation that hasn’t kept political commentators citing it today from judging President Obama’s administration.

My conscience is the greatest factor in how I vote and my opinion of people in office, more than detailed analysis or sophisticated understanding of political science. Government workings remind me of chess, except that people are affected by the moves made.

After 100 days, I trust Obama. The world is a scary place with wars and economic hardships. The President seems to understand that people’s quality of life is important and depends on what he does.

One hundred days is an artificial judging point, an observation that hasn’t kept political commentators citing it today from judging President Obama’s administration.

My conscience is the greatest factor in how I vote and my opinion of people in office, more than detailed analysis or sophisticated understanding of political science. Government workings remind me of chess, except that people are affected by the moves made.

After 100 days, I trust Obama. The world is a scary place with wars and economic hardships. The President seems to understand that people’s quality of life is important and depends on what he does.

One hundred days is an artificial judging point, an observation that hasn’t kept political commentators citing it today from judging President Obama’s administration.

My conscience is the greatest factor in how I vote and my opinion of people in office, more than detailed analysis or sophisticated understanding of political science. Government workings remind me of chess, except that people are affected by the moves made.

After 100 days, I trust Obama. The world is a scary place with wars and economic hardships. The President seems to understand that people’s quality of life is important and depends on what he does.

I'm surprised how little effort it takes to write precisely 100 words, no more, no less. Maybe short texts naturally gravitate towards that number? Maybe this is why the project involves a hundred words, not any other number?

Writing here feels a bit like a prose equivalent of a haiku – something that (ideally) is supposed to be short but meaningful.

By nature I'm an excessive writer: where someone would say something in one sentence it takes me a paragraph, someone else’s paragraph translates into my three and so on. Again - me using words to communicate myself, not only the message.