Lazy Bones

So the thesis is stumbling out of the blocks. I do have a topic, though. I'm not in love with it, but I don't hate it either, so that's a plus. What is it, you ask? Well, chances are you already know. For those of you who don't, here's the working idea. By studying "American Pastoral" and a number of other works, I hope to examine how Americans in the 1990s interpreted the 1960s and used it to explain the America in which they found themselves. In reality, it'll probably be more about me going crazy about deadlines and writing until I join some modern Weather Underground organization where I bomb my concentration department in order to avoid having to write the thing, but cleverly disguising the whole ruse as a political statement intending to "bring the Iraqi war home." Just kidding...I hope.

Tom DeLay was indicted today; so that's good news. Today is Tiff's birthday, so I'll be going to BU to celebrate. Currently, I'm supposed to be meeting Wubulu for dinner, but instead I'm writing here. Still haven't seen the new Curb yet, but Bighead has Tivo at his frathouse, so I'll catch it some time soon.

I watched the Dylan documentary by Scorcese on PBS. Loved it. Long, though. In fact, I spent 3.5 hours not actually doing homework, but convincing myself that somehow watching Dylan and his transformation in the early 1960s was somehow relevant to my work on interpreting the late 1960s in the 1990s. In truth, it's not. But I have to find some excuse.

I also read a book on Reconstruction. Man o man, is that the most depressing chapter in American history? I think so. It's so heartbreaking and devastating. Welp, here I go around again. Gotta do stuff.