What is with John Edwards? What a schmuck. Money can't buy class or morals, and in his case an election. Today I read that he only screwed around when his wife was in remission. What a guy. Where do you people get these politicians. Is there an honest, decent man out there. You really need a good woman, and I am not plugging for Hilary. Mrs. Look the Other Way. Hey, who's that in my husband's kneewell? Gee, when did he start smoking cigars? Politicians and businessmen/women; they all suck the big one.
Maybe I should head back to Europe and move into a beguine, where women can shut themselves off from the world, but that wouldn't be the answer. All it would do would make it a bigger surprise when the bombs start falling and we they blow ourselves us up. Oh, believe me, it's coming. Global warming my ass, it's going to be a nuclear winter and we're all going to get caught without a warm coat. All but the politicians and the Halliburton and Blackwater type business people. No one counts anymore. We should have listened to those recently passed sages, George Carlin and Kurt Vonnegut. They had the answers.
Going for a run in the park and then out to dinner with friends. I hate cooking so what the hell! Right?
Just got a call from the Headmistress of my school asking if I could cut my sabbatical short and return in Sept. to be head of the Humanities dept, along with teaching a normal load that is. Seeing I'll soon be able to apend "Dr." to my name it makes the school look good too, and besides it comes with a little bump up in pay. I really wanted to teach at the college level and returning to a snooty Manhattan private school just doesn't cut it any more. But, seeing I've received no offers from tertiary institutions, and I do have expenses, I guess I'll do it.
I was planning on using the remaining sabbatical time making up for all the work I've been doing, and was looking forward to spending time with a girl I met on Fire Island this summer. She lives in Halifax and invited me up for a while. We really hit it off and I really like her but . . . Oh hell, what should I do? Professional and personal needs are sometimes so self-exclusionary. Think I'll take a nap.
While savoring the slowly ebbing summer I've been having some heated talks with friends and acquaintainces about what's been going on around the world, and most assuredly here in the states. General discussions, mind you, but once in a while they've become a tad volitile. Like when I said to a bunch of ladies out on Fire Island the other week that if I were a citizen I'd probably vote for McCain, and while I wouldn't cast myself as a republican, I couldn't, in good conscience vote for Obama. He is simply too vacuous. There seems to be nothing there. It's as if it's simply another job he can add to his resume`. And his wife! pleeeeze! I wish she'd turn around so we could all see the string coming from her back.
But as with all noble experiments, and as with all great civilisations, I fear the U.S.A's. is nearing its end. It was a nice run, but no matter who wins, the country, as well as the U.K. and maybe even Canada and Australia, is circling the drain, just swirling about and waiting to flow into the abyss. I just think Obama with speed things up a bit. Having lived in NYC as I do, I do dread the thought of having the likes of Al Sharpton being Secretary of State or something like that.
We also went on about the innate criminality of the capitalist system and how the EU is planning to take over the country. That is if the crazy muslims don't blow it up first. Or the Russians for that matter. Hey, they did'nt use nukes in Afganistan (maybe they should have), but don't hold your breath on Georgia.
Must run. Meeting some folks for an early dinner and then spending the night at a friend's flat to test out her new bed.
Wow, it certainly has been a while since I last wrote anything. I have been so ass-deep in writing my dissertation that all else has taken a back seat. I even took a leave of absense, actually a sabbatical, from my teaching job to finish it. I can't stand having anything hanging over my head like that. My faculty advisor has been an absolute sweetheart about working with me and I owe her everything. Actually that might include rent seeing I crashed a number on nights on her couch.
Anyway, summer is half gone and I've not a hint of a tan, but this weekend I promised my friends that I would be on the 1 pm ferry to Fire Island. I am simply going to vegetate on that beach. I hope it's cooler than here. M'gawd, I thought I'd melt some of those beastly days we had this month. I went out and bought several extremely light, literally diaphonous, sundresses, and they are all I have been wearing outside, the few days I was able to get out. And when I say all I mean all I've been wearing; nothing underneath, and darlings, it is the most refreshing feeling. Not quite as good as total nudity, but a very close second. The drawer that holds my bras and panties hasn't been opened since sometime in June.
Oops, company is knocking and I must shoo. More later -- promise.
