June 11th, 2011

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Poem for Saturday and Mount Vernon Skink

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Daniel spent his last day at high school -- it was the day when the seniors were supposed to arrive just as the underclassmen finished their last exams, to pick up their caps and gowns, have a panorama photo taken, and have a class picnic (plus some sports, though with a broken arm, son did not participate in the latter). Meanwhile Adam had his English and history final exams, which left him unimpressed -- the English exam is county-wide and designed to make sure all students have met certain basic objectives, meaning that the test is very boring. Despite the heat, he ran three miles afterward.

In between shuttling Daniel to school and retrieving Adam, I posted a review of the animated Star Trek's "Once Upon a Planet". We had dinner with my parents and watched the two most recent episodes of Game of Thrones, so at least we're caught up, though I'm ambivalent about watching any more, Sean Bean or no Sean Bean. The level of misogyny is just so high -- I know we're not supposed to admire Robert with his screwing everything female in sight and punching his wife when she disagrees with him, though the show has worked hard to make us think she deserves whatever happens to her, and has given us little reason to care about the monstrous mother who's Stark's sister-in-law or the prostitutes who head south for the winter or anyone, really, besides Stark's daughter who hates everything feminine.

I had what I long considered to be an inevitable breakup with one of my imaginary boyfriends before I went to bed last night, when I glanced at my Twitter feed and read Russell Crowe's anti-circumcision rants mixed in with remarks like, "I love my Jewish friends, I love the apples and the honey and the funny little hats but stop cutting yr babies." I unfollowed him on Twitter and Facebook before I shut down, then today I was bemused to see him backtracking and apologizing in a panic when he realized that the Jewish friend to whom he had directed the Jewish comments was only one among many thousands who had read (and reported on) what he'd said. Oh, Russell, I believe that you're no Mel Gibson, but will you ever learn to STFU?

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