sick-ish

I like school. I like Sociology. Although, here, there's not a lot of talk about capitalist bastards, the evils of a moneyed progress crudely buttressed by the infrastructure of colonial enmity, and the merits of shunning society and its stifling, exploitative characters and institutions and living out an enlightened life in the mountains (and growing a beard, if you can). No. Here, it's more about gender ideologies, racial discrimination, and theory. A little bit about capitalist bastards, fine, but only because studying theory necessarily entails half-hearted forays into Marx (and Engels). There's always that boob in class who lionizes the firm's natural right to maximize profit (at the expense, of course, of poor Worker Schmidt's species-being). I've always secretly hated that boob.

I'm still waiting for my computer (I'm still waiting for my hair to grow out).

I've been reading a lot of history books lately. Mostly British and American 19th century history. For fun, no less. It's fascinating. Victoria and Albert, the Great Exhibition of 1851, Harriet Wilson, Disraeli, Palmerstone, Pitt, Vanderbilt, Fisk, Gould, Cooke, the Jacksonian Era, the War of 1812, steampower and the cotton ginny. Still waiting for that new Dawkins book to come out (definitely buying if the hardcover's less than $40, which it probably isn't). That Dennett book's out in paperback in 3-4 months, I figured I could wait and save myself (my dad, really) some $20. I hate hardcover books. They're no fun to read, and they're expensive.

Maggie, I totally agree, retail therapy is woefully near-sighted.

Crap, I'm coughing now, ohnoz. I should go swallow some pills or something.