Andrew Sullivan

A couple of days ago I read Virtually Normal by Andrew Sullivan. Brilliant. I’d heard him propound his thesis at UVA a few years ago, and I’d taken issue with some of what he said at the time. But with his argument laid out in front of me in a book, I could take time to reflect upon his ideas. They make sense, and he’s a beautiful writer; the book contains such crisp, elegant sentences.

And now, today, we have A Defense of Lawrence, which appears in the latest New Republic and which Sullivan has reprinted on his website. He addresses a reservation I’d had about Lawrence, a reservation that had been nagging me in the weeks since the decision was announced, but which I hadn’t gotten around to discussing here: the possibility that the Court had overstepped its bounds. Sullivan explains why the Court did not.

I really need to get cracking on my writing. I’m tired of letting my political thoughts go unsaid.

Whoops

Tonight (Saturday night) I went out to Brooklyn for a party at Chris’s apartment.

Before I left, I checked the Evite so I could write down the address.

I took the PATH into Manhattan and then the F into Brooklyn. I got off and found the address. Door to door, it had taken me about an hour.

I rang the buzzer.

No answer.

I rang the buzzer again.

Still no answer.

I began to suspect something and hoped it wasn’t true.

Then an apartment door inside the building opened. A female came to the front door and looked at me through the glass, puzzled. Then she opened the door.

It turned out Chris wasn’t there.

Because the party is next Saturday night.

D’oh.

At least I know what my plans are next weekend.

The Post Office

I just went to the post office, and on the counter containing change-of-address forms and other things, I saw a tray of free America Online CDs.

I thought, isn’t this tantamount to the U.S. government promoting one ISP over others? That just doesn’t feel right. What about Earthlink? MSN? Verizon?

And then I realized that it makes sense. After all, it’s a perfect description of what happens at U.S. post offices all over the country, every day.

America, on line.

Ba-dum-pum.
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