Tuesday, November 23, 2004

Longing for Elsinore...

I don't have that much to do in my new job. I'm not complaining exactly, as long as it's cool with the people signing the slightly bigger checks. But I'm counting down the hours until I can do Hamlet. Hamlet is fun, it really is, last night I got to throw the skull around and sing to it. That's a great way to spend your time.

I saw liberal New York Times columnist Paul Krugman speak at Northwestern University about how everything's going to Hell on Friday night. Those Northwestern kids, they love their Paul Krugman. It reminded me of a beautiful Northwestern grad student named Molly who I met on the L a couple of months ago and talked to me about the New York Times, the Clash, Texas, and 19th Century robber barons. Then she disappeared into the Rogers Park afternoon...My friend Molly Fitzgibbon has thus far been unable to locate her with the special telepathic link that is shared by all people named Molly.

My friend Rik Reppe, always linked to on this blog, has started to write more stuff. This is a very good thing. You should read it.

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