unplugged

Class today was detox oriented, much twisting in an overheated room (don't call it Bikram because that's TM'd). I feel like my body is spitting out sludge since moving it around more again.

My plan was to avoid news for the weekend but sometimes reading good editorials orders things. Not because it clarifies but because it confirms the chaos is still out there and has not been resolved. So I read several non news magazines and then found myself paging through the G&M and NYTimes and AllAfrica. The Economist, with new weekly "fireside chats," is quickly working its way towards unsubscribe on my podcast lists despite soothing Oxford accents.

One of the things about where I'm going, perversely, is that news doesn't exist there beyond des potins. It's banished, quietly and purposefully. New arrivals are innoculated by normative reinforcement. Make of this what you will.

I'm fleeing the country in 84 days. Maybe this is a bad time to voluntarily seek unemployment. But then again, maybe it's not.