I’m switching my site over to a new hosting service today, so there may be some weirdness for a day or two while the DNS nameservers switch over. I’ve copied all my Movable Type files over to the new server, and I hope I’ve adjusted all the paths and other things that need to be adjusted. If not, the blog may disappear until I fix what needs to be fixed.

Oh, and until everything switches over, I can’t guarantee the stability of any new comments, so you might want to refrain from commenting until the new stuff’s set up.

Matt and I sing in the Gay Gotham Chorus in Manhattan, and we have a concert this Saturday night: Shenandoah: The Songs of America. It’s at 8:00 pm at the Church of St. Paul and St. Andrew, 263 West 86th Street at West End Avenue. Tickets are $20, or $15 for students and seniors. Please come! (We’re still looking for ushers, who get in for free, so let me know if you’re interested.)

I’m having book frustration. I need a new book, but I don’t know what to read. This happens to me sometimes — I desperately want to exercise my mind, get absorbed in a good book, but I’m afraid of making a commitment I might not be able to fulfill.

Over the weekend I bought Robert Dallek’s An Unfinished Life: John F. Kennedy, 1917-1963, which just came out in paperback. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I’m almost 200 pages into it and I’m bored. Last summer I read a biography of Robert Kennedy, which covered much of the same territory. I find RFK much more intriguing, and how much more do I need to know about JFK anyway? Unfortunately, this is a non-returnable book, but I’m going to exercise one of my reader’s rights and put it on my bookshelf, where it will languish until I’m more in the mood for it.

What to read instead? I’m thinking perhaps Neal Stephenson’s Quicksilver, the first volume of his Baroque Cycle trilogy. I’m really intrigued, although it’s more than 900 pages, and it’s not yet out in paperback so I’d have to lug around a big hardcover, and I only recently finished Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon. Any opinions out there? Is it worth reading?

Again, it’s a question of commitment. Sometimes I think my eyes are bigger than my data-stomach (i.e. my brain; the brain is basically a stomach that digests data, right?).