more things should be published in affordable mass-market paperback format. more things that are not white wolf fiction or romance novels.
book club was pleasant in the extreme; a massive turnout perhaps due to the shortness of the book, and can i just say, all what, 14 people, had finished this book. that was so satisfying to know. next time the book is the dream palace of the arabs by fouad ajami. i have it sitting right here but haven't started it yet mainly because i'm at work.
i was thinking on the way to work about how i always feel like the world is working toward an end. that history will come to a conclusion, and it will be either that we are all obliterated by our own ignorant use of technology or by some massive natural disaster we could not forsee or prevent, or, alternatively, that we will end up in some utopian-gene-rodenberry-star-trek-pan-cu
work. is. so. slow. this is bad in a time when left with nothing, i think miserable thoughts. i shall think about new york a bit, and then try to inspire myself to start working on the UMD program app (this is a lie. why am i telling myself this when i know i will procrastinate about it tonight.). i feel OK about this distraction from work because i have already plumbed the depths of obscure work tasks. i'm feeling disconnected. that's the best word for it.