Tuesdays

Tuesdays are the beginning of my weekend (normally), and come on the heels of a looong Monday, so I'm generally pretty burnt.

Today, I am bored with the news, I am bored with politics (same old, except to note that Mitt Romney is as big an ass as John McCain and Joe Lieberman is still a "stealth" Republican [in quotes because he's not fooling anyone]), I am more than fed up with news reporting (yesterday's AP story about how the Democrats may not find it so easy in 2008 as everyone expected -- "everyone" in this case being -- surprise! -- AP and its fellows). I'm even fed up with the blogs.

And my Internet connection is wonky this morning, so I can't even put up a new gallery at a/k/a Hunter.

And it's supposed to be warm and sort of sunny today. Park. Zoo. Sitting outside at the coffeeshop trying to figure out the latest example of that brand of scholarship known as "getting lost in the forst trying to dissect the trees." Plus an anthology of gay science fiction stories that is, perhaps, tied too closely to movement politics, and suffers all the same weaknesses. Out of eight stories, seven are by women and one by a straight man. Is there, perhaps, a missing point of view here? I mean, it's not like there are no gay men writing science fiction. And, from the science fiction side, it's a bit retro. Been there. So has science fiction, quite some time ago.

And somewhere along the line I have to think of something intelligent to say about Glenn Gould's 1955 recording of the Goldberg Variations. (I mean, something better than the Goldbergs drive me crazy.) What can you say about that? (Except that Gould was really good-looking and had these huge hands.)

So tomorrow, if we get the promised thunderstorms, I'll do laundry and that sort of stuff. It looks like an outside day today.