"Oh, I Understand. I Understand Perfectly. You've Funked It."
- Lady Florence Creigh to Bertram Wooster


Well. Nearly twenty days with no postings. Hardly a good sign for my blogging future.

In sum.

Got an ideal part-time job, for which I read books in exchange for payments of cash. Lost said job in exchange for two lazy mornings with fake German girlfriend, one of which, truth be told, was marred by rain. Applied for dream job, making twice as much, laboring in dusty vineyard of the NYHS to make a 19th c. pamphlet collection available to scholars and the interested public.

This is out of control. I'm a social democratic guy; I think investment capital should be socialized in democratically controlled funds; I think prisons should be abolished and armies disbanded, that Palestinians should get a state and Cheney the chair. And yet, this dupe's tales of a twit and his butler resonate so powerfully for me. The episode linked to features not only Irish jokes, but motorcycle mick humor. For those who follow this blog (you know who you are, Winona), you'll understand the providential synchronicity that this reveals.

Saw the advisor today. He was Hegelian in a way that should draw the teary admiration of every ex- and current Marxist. Determinate negations are still determinative; enslaved people made cotton for the largest industrial plant in the world, while their masters calculated currency fluctuations and arbitraged their risk through mutual funds, yet we'll still think of American slavery as a barbaric anachronism whose sins sits at the hands of the dead slave masters whose work wrought the system of slavery.


Women I still love:

Winona Ryder

Maura Tierney

Maura O'Brien

Hannah Arendt/Mary McCarthy (only together; this one's for you Leigh Claire)

Nancy Cunard

SH, JH, JP