Update

My apologies for not writing recently. I’ve been swamped with work. My writing workshop was fun last night. I sat bewildered in one of the Graduate Institute classrooms, surrounded by sweet, middle-aged women with a flair for the dramatic. Well, I’m exaggerating slightly. There were some women with fewer than thirty years. My assignment for next week is to read an excerpt of Scott Russell Sander’s Paradise of Bombs, write an essay based on some in-class exercises, and read a couple of other students volunteered essays sent by e-mail.

I’d like to do some writing now to let my mind cool down from reading Greek epic poetry, but my roommate is watching a movie called—well, the title isn’t important. Actually, I don’t think the plot is important, nor the acting, nor the script. Cinematography? No, not even that. They think it’s funny at least.

I’m leaving now. I have something to do, I know. Unfortunately, I think that something involves ancient Greece. How can man honestly discern the lesser of two evils?