Academia.

I have a love affair with academia. All this sitting on my ass, sleeping-in business has begun to cease, once again purpose surfaces. Granted the purpose is much different post-graduation, but it's academic purpose nonetheless. Class is going well, they're fresh outta high school (you can tell) but they're still young and naive and it makes it a bit more fun. And of course my prof is great, today in writing workshop one of the kids whispered to me with true sincerity, "does our professor snort coke before class?"

Tomorrow morning I depart bright and early for the east coast. It's going to be a tiring trip but I'm so, so excited to see AVH again... and who could complain about 4th of July in NYC harbor? (albeit, fear for terrorist attacks ensues... come on, I totally couldn't be American without that fear.)

Ponies have been excellent, horse show was spectacular, perhaps must keep Little R.

And, somethings never go away, like George Orwell's "Politics and the English Language."

Amen.