End of the holidays and that low gray that blankets everything has descended meaning winter is well and truly here. I have more than a few friends who have moved away from their Midwestern womb who now mourn the loss of seasonal change in their lives. Strange how they don’t move back, despite their privation. I suppose it’s all about what changes to what. If it is going to be this cold then it damn well better snow is how I feel.
Briefly: I was very happy to see the convoy finally reach Gaza and to hear all of those Irish voices on the news celebrating as they passed through. The enthusiasm displayed against the occupation of Palestine, while laudable, begs the question: what about the occupation of Ireland? However, my big question this week is how James Cameron can get 300 million to make a movie and not spend any of it on an actual script. I would have given John Sayles 15 mil. to write the thing and called it a bargain. Instead, Cameron thought he’d save some money by penning the thing himself. Now I don’t know what humor in the film was intentional and what wasn’t.
A couple of posts will be coming out over the next days on that highly popular theme of Ohio communism. However, this day is completely given over to the errands associated with the semester’s start.