… and exhale

February 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

I have returned.  Not to writing, yet, exactly, unless this counts as that; but to home.

IN DAYS TO COME, MAYBE:

— a couple things I started writing before I left but couldn’t get finished in time (RE: race, again… and uh, videogames?)

— something about country music (?!! — don’t ask, just read it.  I promise there will be good jokes.)

— I saw the movie Training Day for the first time recently, and thought about writing something, but then realized that all I really had to say was “Man it’s pretty weird how those Mexican gangsters are supposed to serve as some kind of honor-among-thieves, traditional-family-values counterpoint to Denzel’s totally corrupt amoral cop, when you consider the shit that actually goes down in Mexico.”  So, yeah, that.  Maybe it’s time to reconsider our pop-culture Latino stereotypes?

— scathing takedown of two really dumb Atlantic articles about the failures of feminism or something, I don’t even know,  it’s making me angry just trying to remember

— … AND A VERY SPECIAL WEEK-LONG BLOGGING EVENT THAT I’M GETTING GOOSEBUMPS JUST THINKING ABOUT (OR POSSIBLY BECAUSE I’M COLD NOW THAT I HAVE LEFT THE BALMY BEACHES OF FLORIDA FOR THE TEMPERATE TRIANGLE)

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