  God, I'm sick of snow... but in winter and in the northeast... saying one is sick of snow begs the question, doesn't it? We've had a few days of it and there's probably going to be more of it next week. And then there's the ice and salt and shit all over cars. Well, again... I think if you tallied the number of weblog entries being composed at this very minute about snow, you'd think all of this was a complete waste of time.
And we know that this isn't... right? Um... right? M and I have just finished the political discussion du jour , namely, should Dean pull out after next week's primaries or wait till Super Tuesday on March 2. Kind of a goofy, meaningless exercise, I suppose, but one of the things that has always interested me about campaigns is how long one should press on after the writing appears on the wall. It appeared in Iowa, as I wrote here last week. We shall see. The same could be said of other candidates, who shall remain nameless. I've put the finishing touches on "Angels in America" and this afternoon, I'll lead the class discussion on the second play "Perestroika. " I've never led a class discussion before, unless you count Sunday School. And let's just say that those discussions weren't memorable.
This one may not be either, which is a problem because our professor is great at asking hard, searching questions. I've tried to come up with some that probe the text and Kushner's ideas. If I don't bring up the class in the next post, it either means it went well or it didn't. I don't report... you decide. 
