Still full of unwholesome illness, but fever broken, Wilco song offically out of head, and there’s an apparent willingness on the part of a certain organization to hire Figaro illegally if all else fails. So good. Also Magnum is making an impromptu visit to the city so that will be nice as my head seems to have stopped aching and he has a booming type voice – carrying, you know, a good voice, but not the right one for an aching head. No way I’m making it to Footwork tonight. Many things I feel like doing, but dancing, sweating, drinking, or substance abusing are not among them. I think Magnum, Luke Duke, the policewoman and I will go to my favourite Jap place in Yorkville where I can try to bomb the mucus out of my head with spoonfuls of wasabi.
I watched Maria Full of Grace last night, which was a nice thing to watch. I have never seen such a good ad for illegal immigration. Illegal immigration doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me, which I may be saying in part because of my personal situation, but people who don't argue from their personal situations are liars. Illegal immigration seems symptomatic of a free market, and while some may argue that there’s a substantive moral difference between the free circulation of goods and the free circulation of human beings, I agree only insofar as the human beings need more medical and educational attention than the goods. It’s rather ridiculous and illiberal (in the real, not the dumbfuck propagandized American sense of the word) to expect one without the other.