alexpgp | Point of contention...

Galina really does like her television, but I can do without it, especially first thing in the morning. It does, however, provide some interesting insights from time to time.

Take Good Morning America, for example. The other morning, after the Iowa caucus, I was vaguely aware that their coverage of the Democratic results went on and on, while the time devoted to the Republicans was insignificant in comparison. This morning, at 8 am or so, their report on the New Hampshire primary results consisted of graphics of who won for the Democrats and Republicans, showing percentages, followed by a segment highlighting Hillary's victory in glowing terms, including words from the candidate herself. For the Republicans, aside from the introductory graphic, the McCain result was not deemed worthy of air time.

By the way, did you know that divorce filings go up in January? I didn't, and am thankful to GMA's editorial staff for keeping me informed on this vital subject.

Talk about your slow news day!

* * *The Postal Service is apparently more efficient here than in other places I've lived. I apparently did post the Netflix envelope with Sanjuro, since I received an email this morning informing me the disk had arrived (and that my queue is empty). Doubtless that means the water bill was sent, too.

* * *I was in the Barnes & Noble yesterday, not far from the intersection of Old Country Road and Glen Cove Road, when it hit me: Since when have I had the time to sit down and read a book?

And by "read a book," I don't mean my evolved ability to inhale a fiction book in a sitting or two, because fiction can be absorbed passively. What I'm talking about is the act of sitting down and thinking about, evaluating, agreeing and/or disagreeing with the contents of, typically, a nonfiction book.

It's been a long (and likely, too long a) time.

Apropos of which, I intend to stop by the local public library to see if they'll give me a library card. When I did so back in August, I was gently rebuffed as, despite being the offspring of long-time local residents, the library's policy did not allow cards to be issued to nonresidents. I recall thinking, as I left, of how the world had changed since Eric Hoffer's day.

Cheers...