– Entries have been short due to the impending end of the semester.
– WEEKEND – On Friday, Jess and I stayed in, making cheeseburgers and watching our O.C. DVD Special Features. We needed this downtime because the rest of the weekend was running on a different agenda.

” But rather than walking off a cliff in full fury, these union members would be better off letting a bankruptcy judge decide what their compensation should be in an atmosphere of labor peace.” – Flint Journal editorial, 12/9/2005

The run down is here.

I’m getting kind of tired of the some of the New York Times political cartoons.

Not Jeff Danziger, Doonesbury, Tom Toles, or Ben Sergeant who are consistantly awesome (and liberal).

Not Pat Oliphaunt who’s keen but left us with the idiotic “Scalito” cartoon for a week.

– Ahh, yesterday. Work went well. I came home. I was less uniformly succesful getting work done than I had hoped, though I did succeed as finishing the very-gothic Pale View of Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro (Remains of the Day).

– Later, friends, later.

LINK OF THE WEEK
WHY COWGIRLS LOVE BROCCOLI.

QUESTION OF THE DAY
From whence to you launch your global assault?

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Don’t be angry, Billy! I’m just frustrated because I’ve put all my chips on your Thirty-Three, and it doesn’t seem to be spinning in to place in awhile. And… I am disappointed that you’ve seemingly dropped the “Confessions.” Please send us some love, or something.

– YESTERDAY – Was very strange. I hadn’t gotten much sleep in two days (only six and four hours, respectively) and things happened in just unusual enough a sequence to give the sensation of a first impression to activities I’d been doing for months.

Where the Hell are you?

There’s no word on the runification, your autobiography is languishing, and you haven’t even logged onto your MySpace account since August 23rd.

When I type your name into Google News, it only gets 27 hits.

– YESTERDAY – My productive streak continues, or so it seems. I had my last presentation of the semester at workshop last night, so now I can breathes a sigh of relief. I also read the first six chapters of Helena Parente Cuhna’s Woman Between Mirrors and attended a fiction forum with Emily Barton and David Schickler.

On Saturday, Jessica and I attended the Playwrights Horizon’s production of Christopher Durang’s new play Miss Witherspoon. This is the second installment of our season tickets given by Hallie at our wedding.

I liked the play a lot. In general, I would describe it as fun, if not deep, with the exception of one aspect.