Going Nowhere

No church today because I had no ride. I thought I would sleep in. I got up around 5:30. I spent 3 hours with email and on the article. My eyes started bothering me around 8:30, so I napped. That nap lasted about 1 hour.

I ate a breakfast of hummus. Being out of Coke, I walked down to what used to be the Village Pantry. It changed hands on Friday. No longer the same crew working there. I wonder if they even knew the change was coming. On the other hand, it explains why the stock was getting short. They had been out of my Lucky Stikes early in the week, and I had been riding the bus down to the next closest convenience store. When I went into the old VP Friday, when I found it was under new ownership, they were still out of my cigarettes and also out of RC and Coke. Since it rained yesterday, I went to Payless and got supplies and a Chinese meal (the first customer at China Kitchen is not what I will do again - service was too slow - but I noticed the cooks were likely Mexicans; a bit of Muncie surrealism). Today, I went down to the old VP and got a fountain Coke. I was not about to pay $3 for a 12 oz bottle. Forty years ago, when I last lived in this neighborhood, when March Supermarkets owned the Village Pantries, this was the location for VP training. Well, March Supermarkets are long gone, they sold off their convenience stories even before that, and now the last bastion has fallen. I cannot help it is not a sign of decay.

 Martin Mull died.

Good thing this writer did not visit Anderson, Indiana.

‘Disbelief’ as US-UK trade deals under threat after Britain axes negotiators is important to me. I think the stupidity behind Brexit is the same kind of stupidity behind Trumpism. That stupidity ruins what it touches.

I spent the rest of Saturday working on the article. It came to me that I am doing something like a Master's thesis in a month. That did not make me feel any less tired. Not that the humidity helped. A miserable day that the rain did not relieve.

I admire the works of Orhan Pamuk - for his writing but also what his writing might tell us in America of what post-imperialism may be like. The Guardian points out that Pamuk is not the only Turkish writer: Five of the best books about Turkey.

I read Arundhati Roy in prison and really liked her. What she is doing now is political activism, and it is putting her in danger. Arundhati Roy wins PEN Pinter prize amid prosecution threat over Kashmir comments.

I was not happy with the Biden-Trump debate. I will not go full-on Chicken Little. It obscures what Trump did and did not do in the debate: Correcting Trump’s Unanswered Debate Lies.

I have a bath prepared and then there is laundry. I would like to think I can resist the siren's song of my article, but I know I am lying to myself.

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