Almost July .. Doing well. Class went very nicely tonight; I'm getting the flow of teaching [in the academic sense, not the conversational sense] to be almost automatic .. I feel quite good about it.

Our fourth of july party is coming up .. I think it will be an interesting mix of people, booze and food - all to celebrate our free society in all its glory.

The volkswagen is going in the shop again tomorrow; pesky Check Engine light is on and won't go away. Maybe time to buy the shoebox. Seriously. I love it. Might be my next car.

Ahh. Brain spew, all out. On the porch; the rain has stopped .. its just .. mild.

I love that the majority of the United States supports President Ashcroft and his absurd regime of bullshit, yet these are the same folks who - wait, what - believe Iraq used WMD in the recent war?! Oh my dear lord.

I also wonder if there is a large flaw in the Gallup system itself - the polling of the university student body. My students generally don't have telephones, use only cellphones, or simply aren't home enough to answer their phone when it rings. Calling people during dinner is the primary method for data collection at Gallup; the majority of my students are disgruntled and think the current Administration is a sham.

But if our absurd nation actually believes everything that is fed to them, and acts like the silly sheep they are, Gallup may (is?) actually manipulating the results by polling middle class adults .. interesting.

Who knows. I'm just enjoying my summer; apathy to government provides happiness, at least in the very short term. Teaching two classes, painting the house, farming some gourd plants, and petting the cat.

It's a good life, for now.

The internet is truly a beautiful thing.

The ending of The Cheese Monkeys, by Chip Kidd, has left me feeling like I just got kicked in the nuts by Bob Barker after winning the showcae showdown. I mean, jeez; I invested a whole afternoon in this silly book, loving every minute of it, and then he just urinated all over my face with his ending. I mean, all over my face.

Someone owes me my afternoon back.