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one eyed hero Before the sun had set yesterday the temperature had dropped thirty degrees. Our brief taste of summer had fled and we were plunged back into what felt like autumn more than spring. None of this surprised me though. Despite the cheery associations that most people have with the season of spring, I find it to be the most depressing time of the year. One day will be perfect and then the next day will be completely dismal. The see saw effect grows old very quickly. ... For the first time since my return to the United States, I got to immerse myself in The New Yorker for part of the afternoon. The issues that came during my absence have gone unread and I don't want to fall behind again. So far in the current issue I've learned that the remaining members of The Doors are touring with Ian from The Cult standing in for the Lizard King. I guess that that works, but I have no idea if there's still a market for them. Then again I had no idea that Great White was still touring until they made the news with the fire at their concert. I also saw that there was a fiction piece by Sherman Alexie in this same issue, but didn't get around to reading it before I fell asleep. I liked his Lone Ranger and Tonto Fist Fight in Heaven stories, so I am eager to see what he gave to The New Yorker. Then there was an article about the bridal business that I started to skim that was pretty interesting. ... On a different pop culture front, I caught both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Smallville Tuesday night. Of the two, I liked Buffy more and I must confess that the deciding factor was the amount of violence. It looks as though a few characters may die before the series ends. |