Dreamed of being in Sackville's one-room library (before they built a bigger one in the 1980s); being in the novel How Things Got That Way, about a dysfunctional family, including a brother on drugs and a sister serving as a varnished table leg; John recognizing the story; Haroun Tazieff, the real-life geologist who entered active volcano craters [I read about him in The Finding Out Treasury]; changing rooms and showers near the university swimming pool I used to frequent in Sackville.
The new Harper's has an interesting article about the concept of dissent. [Edward Hoagland's "The American Dissident: Individualism as a Matter of Conscience."]
It turns out that the Sun Yat-sen book that Puitak lent to me and I returned to the Wychwood library didn't get returned to the original library. I went to Wychwood to try to set the matter straight, but they said they need Pui and her card.
Dinner was the rest of the lasagna.
Cynthia did a Lindy hop class. Davis led the hand-jive line dance again. There were a lot fewer women than men at this dance party (It's usually the other way around), so I missed quite a few dances. And I didn't really care!
Salon had a lot of articles on the Iraq scandal. I spent quite a while reading them. I feel bad for those American soldiers who were led to believe they'd only be there a short while, and now have to stay there for who knows how long? Really unfair. "Hope deferred maketh the heart sick"--Book of Proverbs
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