Once, I would have watched the presidential debate, each and every one. Once, I recorded them (on tape!) and made my students watched them--we then discussed the elements of argument present or not and wrote analytical essays.
That woman is no longer me. I watched 15 minutes of the debate, and once the voices went up and the talking over each other started, I called it a night.
Once, I thought I needed to watch the debates to be informed, to be a good citizen. This election, I don't feel I need the debates to tell me what I need to know.
If I had counted on last night's debate to get solid information, I don't know that I'd have gotten that. Where was that moderator? I'd like to see moderators have the power to cut the microphone when rules of good debating are ignored.
I just don't have the patience for modern life, the shouting, the refusal to listen to each other to be able to find middle ground, the shouting.
Yesterday was my spouse's birthday. We didn't make specific plans, but I did make a cake. I was going to go with my standard 9 x 13 pan approach, but my spouse said that layers would make it feel more special.
I remember why I don't make cakes in layers these days; parts of the cake got stuck in the pans:
Luckily the cake tasted better than it looked. Here's a less honest shot of the cake, from the view of the unbroken side.
I also had good publishing news--a poem accepted! And I got my contributor's copy of Adanna--more about that poem in a later post.
Today is a day of many meetings--I often come up with interesting poem ideas on these days--stay tuned!