I’m taking care of business this summer; one book manuscript and two articles are out. I can finally concentrate more on the move to Houston, which will happen around August 1, and devote my remaining writing time to another piece that has been on the back-burner for quite awhile.
H and I went to Houston last weekend to get the lay of the land and see where we might want to live. It’s a huge place. Given what we found, it seems inevitable that we will be commuting suburbanites now, after years of living in the middle of a city right next to a university. Now that we have a fantastic dog, a yard is more or less mandatory, unless we stumble upon a unique condo-like arrangement similiar to our current situation.
I haven’t felt the urge to write here recently on much of anything, though I recently read Roger Ebert’s review of Transformers 2, which I haven’t seen yet. I am tempted to write a rebuttal before I even see the film. I feel this urge not because I think he deserves a rebuttal, but because I want to say something very basic about what consitutes entertainment and art. It should follow in the next few days.