wind power

So I'm a big fan of the Pickens Plan, without feeling a need to be a fan of Boone Pickens--which I think he'd understand. I think it's a fantasy to think that we can go it alone as a nation. Indeed, I think it's a travesty in our interconnected times to think in terms of nations, instead of thinking in terms of neighborhoods and the world. But it's lunacy as long as things are still set up along national lines to send billions to countries with which one is often at odds, and think that is okay because it's buying oil, whereas it's not okay to send a couple hundred million to countries who are on one's side, because that would be foreign aid, which is BAD somehow.

So it is with tiny joy that I note that my College is building a windfarm on top of its downtown Dallas buildings, which may end up providing as much as 30 percent of the electricity use of the College. Happy smiles.

Reading

Well, mostly reading term papers and finals essays.

But also reading Anglo-Saxon history, Nietzsche's "Human, All-Too Human," and the Bhagavad-Gita in Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan's "Sourcebook in Indian Philosophy." Hope to read "The Historian" and finish "The Three Musketeers" over Christmas. While writing my academic paper for presentation in March...

Finished Borges's "Personal Anthology," creepy and amazing.

wowsers

So I got like a million books and much love and silly things and mostly pleasant, slightly embarrassing reminiscences for my 50th. It makes it very hard to get my grump on. Jonathan and Beth coming for Christmas, expressed appreciation, upper-level administrative support at work, a wife who likes me, assistance with Diane from various and sundry lovely people, the upcoming Oxford trip--it all makes griping about home repairs and finances much less rewarding.

Now reading term papers and giving final exams. But the afterglow of a bash at Naseem and Ruben's, a dozen Facebook well-wishes, and an evening at Bengal Coast with Dawn lingers...I even got to watch a little football and squeeze in a little bathroom reading in my new history of the AngloSaxons. A brief foray into paradise's entry hall, this...:)