Fucking Deadwood. Last night I finished the first season. THERE’S ANOTHER FUCKING SEASON OUT AT THE VIDEO STORE. Fuck economic models. I gave up television because I spent too much time watching it, and now I have to watch another fucking twelve hours of it. And then I’ll be waiting for Season Three, and I think there’ll be a fourth too. Bloody soap opera crap. Why did I ever start? Will Trixie nail the Jewish merchant again? How is Bollock’s wife going to react to his obvious love for Alma? Whatever shall the Pinkertons do, and what’s going to happen with the Chinese, Cy Tolliver, and Swerengen? And I refuse to spoil it for myself by looking at what happened to the actual historical figures, but I'm so, so fucking curious.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Possibly because it’s having to compete with Deadwood, I’m not really enjoying the Great Transformation. Reading it sends me into the profoundest slumber. Also, I have some actual background in the bits of the birth of Greek rationalism, or whatever she’s calling it, that she covers, and considering the selectivity and hints of bullshit she takes with her academic sources – more than can really be condoned, even in a survey – it makes me distrust her when the conversation turns to things I know nothing about, like the Chinese, Indian, and Israelite histories.