Tomorrow I fulfill my last obligation to my ex-state. I’m speaking at the Monday student convo at Manchester College. Topic: Blogging. They asked for a title for my presentation, so I thought for approximately three seconds and came up with “Never Pick a Fight With Anyone Who Buys Bandwidth by the Barrel.”
“That’ll go over 90 percent of the heads in the room,” said my husband. Such faith in the broadening possibilities of higher education.
They asked me to be there by 9 a.m. I Mapquested the travel time. Gulp.
Oh, well. It’s not like I’m not accustomed to a 3:45 a.m. alarm. Thank God for coffee.
Alan’s off tomorrow, comp time for working two Sunday nights running. Kate’s off too, thanks to Michigan’s strange two-break second-semester. Of course we have no plans, while every other soul I’ve overheard in the last week…does. “We’re leaving for Colorado tonight” — that’s a common theme. Whereas we will be exploring Metro Detroit. Today we went to the lakefront. It wasn’t snowing, but it was freezing, and a brisk onshore breeze watered our eyes. Did you see “Stranger Than Paradise?” It was like that.
“I’m c-c-c-cold,” Kate moaned. We turned to go, as a single man walked toward us across the ice. He wasn’t c-c-c-cold; he wore a light jacket and no hat. He reached the shore as we turned back to the car.
“How was it out there?” I asked from deep within my parka hood.
“OK,” he said. “Not as nice as yesterday. I walked down to the yacht club yesterday.” Ice walking. I should have thought of that.
So before I turn in, some bloggage:
I don’t know how anyone — anyone at all — takes Michael Medved seriously. As a social critic, as a moral compass and certainly not as a film critic. I mean, if you’re looking for that sort of thing, CAP Alert is so much more entertaining. What this yapping nitwit is doing to “Million Dollar Baby” is disgraceful, and Roger Ebert’s editor makes fairly short work of him (in a longish piece) here. Worth your time.
Me, I’ll be back post-Indiana.