Dreamed of Is Harry on the Boat? (a smutty British tourism comedy series set in the Mediterranean, which I've never watched more than a few minutes of) but set in the Caribbean and starring Catherine Zeta-Jones; a movie of the novel Moby-Dick.
Woke up in the middle of the night and thought about the Middle East conflict. I feel sheer disgust at the Bush Administration's blunders and dishonesty. Even when they do the right thing, they do it at the wrong time, in a disastrously wrong way. Then they fall back on self-serving soundbites like "They hate freedom!"
It was warm in the morning, then it got cold all at once.
Went to see Dr. Hassan in the afternoon. Afterward I bought a Donald Duck comic at the nearby comics store. (They threw in a Classics Illustrated Junior comic book of the fairy tale "The Pearl Princess." I was late getting back because the TTC was slow.
Dinner was the rest of the pork roast.
Finished The Book of Merlyn and started Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove.
Saw The Weather Underground at the Carlton, a documentary about the radical group that set off bombs in the early 1970s. I would have liked to know more about how they came to dominate a big faction of the collapsing Students for a Democratic Society.
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