MORE snow here today; and bitterly cold. I half expect to see Dr. Zhivago staggering across my lawn with ice in his mustache.
Reading , reading, my gosh, what would I do without it. Finishing The Nine, picked my favorite Supreme Court justice, David Sorter, wish he hadn't retired. He was the most non-political, with the purest view of jurisprudence and the least egomania. Somebody told me that he is still working as sort of a traveling judge, up in the New Hampshire small towns. After the travesty of the Bush Gore decision, he is said to have put his face into his hands and wept. Not for a candidate, it seems he never cared who was president. He thought the court had dishonored itself with a political decision. He wanted the case refused and sent back to the Florida Supreme Court.
About to start Tipping Point by Gladwell, about 5 years old now, but always meant to read it. Waiting for No fond Return of Love to come to the library. A Christmas present was "Humorous Writings from the New Yorker" one of those collections you can turn to for something light and funny.. Typical was Paul Rudnick's essay on "Intelligent Design" which has all the deities, the Lord God, Allah, Vishnu, Buddha, Apollo, Thor - as a bunch of bitchy interior decorators, designing the world and squabbling about the color scheme, the lighting, etc, and how many throw pillows. And Christopher Buckley's satirical "College Essay" . It's a nice change from intensity and complexity of The Nine.