I find I have nothing to say these days.
It’s winter in Wisconsin, which means that it is cold, grey, icy, and inhospitable outside. I’m actually okay with this, as it means that I can stay in with my books and my tea and nobody feels any need to give me moral criticism for not being Out And About the way that apparently all the good people of the world are by reflex action. On the other hand, though, it’s not much to write home about. It’s a quiet sort of life.
There’s a lot going in politically, as the right-wing extremists currently masquerading as the once-proud Republican Party careen ever closer to their goal of subverting the Constitution and American civil society entirely and replacing them with a one-party Gilded-Age theocracy of the damned. The problem, as is probably evident by now, is that even considering the matter is infuriating to someone who actually has a clue what this nation was founded upon, as I do, and that makes bad copy. That plus the fact that I was born in Philadelphia and therefore pessimism is my birthright makes me rather corrosive on the subject these days. I can ruin people’s days merely by expressing my views, and who needs that? Better to stay quiet, perhaps.
I’m reading some good books, but those go onto the end of the year posts. As far as sports go, I’m enjoying soccer and hockey when I get a chance. American football is over and baseball hasn’t started. There’s a lot of curling going on around these parts as well. Other than that there are no sports of any note. I lost interest in movies years ago. Not much to report upon, really.
My semester is phenomenally busy – for all that Governor Teabagger (a wholly-owned subsidiary of Koch Industries) insists that university faculty are lazy, I’d put good money on the fact that I’m working harder than he is, and I’m not even tenure track. Most university professors I know would be thrilled to be forced to work a 40-hour week. They wouldn’t know what to do with all their new-found free time.
So it’s been kind of quiet around these parts. Perhaps it will pick up soon, though. You never know.