I just realized that as of yesterday, I am one-third of the way through with my 30s.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
I just realized that as of yesterday, I am one-third of the way through with my 30s.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Rudy Giuliani, surprise surprise, has come out against New Hampshire’s new civil union law. [via Mike]
“Mayor Giuliani believes marriage is between one man and one woman. Domestic partnerships are the appropriate way to ensure that people are treated fairly,” the Giuliani campaign said in a written response to a question from the Sun. “In this specific case the law states same sex civil unions are the equivalent of marriage and recognizes same sex unions from outside states. This goes too far and Mayor Giuliani does not support it.”
What a hack. Is there anything he won’t say? Is there any member of the base he won’t pander to? First he flip-flops on abortion, then he goes all Karl Rove and says that a Democratic president will lead to another 9/11, and now this. He’s totally going into crazy base world.
Except for a few days in September 2001, Rudy Giuliani has always been an asshole. Here’s the real Rudy. New Yorkers had to put up with his crap for eight years. Had I been a New York City voter in the ’90s, I would, in fact, have voted for him – I liked his anti-crime policies, and the Disneyfication of Times Square doesn’t bother me. But back then, he was a northeastern, socially liberal Republican. Ever since he started believing his own 9/11 hype, he’s been bonkers.
I’m in one of the inter-book chasms right now. I finished reading a history book a couple of weeks ago, and I can’t seem to settle on a new book. I bought Michael Chabon’s new book, The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, read the first two chapters, didn’t like it, and returned it. This was disappointing, because I loved Chabon’s first two novels, The Mysteries of Pittsburgh and Wonder Boys, and really enjoyed The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.
After returning the book, I bought Orhan Pamuk’s Snow. It was supposed to be good, and the author won the Nobel Prize. I’ve been reading it this week, but I’m 100 pages into it and I’m bored. I’m giving up, because I can.
Then I was thinking I might read something like Anna Karenina, which is supposed to be one of the greatest novels ever. But I’ve read the first few pages online and I don’t think I’m in the mood for it.
I think I feel like reading something more American, more modern, more fresh. So I’m leaning right now toward either Don DeLillo’s Libra or Philip Roth’s I Married a Communist. DeLillo’s book supposedly does neat things with history; as for Roth, I’ve read three of his novels, and although he can be old and cranky and hetero, I love his prose.
I’m also very curious about this. But it’s not out for a few weeks.
So we’ll see.