Y’know, it’s a shame. Orson Scott Card (yes, of Ender’s Game) has a column called “War Watch” in which he argues about the war on terrorism (of which he considers Operation Iraqi Freedom to be a part). He’s for the war, but not rabidly so, and his books have been fascinating and intelligent enough that I was eager to read his views.
And I find that, while his arguments are reasonable and interesting, he resorts to blanket statements and angered whining far too often. It’s similar to that common undercurrent I dislike in
Don’t get me wrong; I think that war should evoke emotion. There’s nothing wrong with getting worked up about it. But I’m tired of reading snide remarks about an author’s opponents (especially blanket statements about all of the opponents) when the author’s trying to make a rational, reasonable argument.
Just posted a review of The Hakkenden: Legend of the Dog Warriors to Points of View.
Wednesday night, I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that I did my own laundry for the first time in my life.
I’m a bit more embarrassed to admit that I was intimidated by the prospect. I’d never done it, and was afraid I’d completely ruin my clothes.
It was easy, and quite a relief. As long as I keep lights and darks in separate loads, it’s fine.
The main problem, actually, is that while I don’t mind ironing one or two shirts at a time, after that I become sick of it. I don’t quite know what to do. I may just have to iron a couple of shirts every night.