It’s good to see that America. is much the same as I left it - the Potomac River is as polluted as ever and spawning intersexed fish (a whole new meaning of “it’s in the water” is soon to follow); Bush’s interest in human rights has shot up markedly given the impending election season, and the relative idiocy levels of Florida Republicans is intact. Oh America, how I missed thee!
Evidently, America missed me too, or at least that small sub-section of America known as my co-workers and bosses. I arrived at work yesterday after a wonderful month of steadfastly ignoring time, date, and responsibility to find hundreds of e-mail messages in my inbox, a thick stack of papers on my desk, and my calendar filled with depositions that my co-counsel had scheduled for me in my absence. It’s nice to have been missed, but even better to be ignored. Ignorance of my general existence in my office would be bliss - the kind of bliss that would allow for all kinds of time to pleasure read, write, pontificate, and make bikini waxing appointments. You know...the important things in life.
Speaking of pleasure reading, I did plenty of that on vacation. In the total absence of legal briefs and Westlaw (and in the absence of my usual panoply of magazines), it’s amazing how many books one can plow through. I managed to knock out “Fast Food Nation” by Eric Schlosser (yes, I will still eat McDonalds on rare occasions, but I’m off the non-free range beef for the foreseeable future), “1984" by George Orwell (which tied in nicely with my trip to the Museum of Communism in Prague), and “A Long Way Down” by Nick Hornby (which led to my overuse of the British insults “tosser” and “git”). I also started “Never Let Me Go” by Kazuo Ishiguro, but my prospects of finishing it have been lessened by the approximately 50 magazines and catalogs that were delivered to my residence during my month-long absence (evidently, Pottery Barn is not sufficient with four seasons, but must have both an early Fall and a regular Fall catalog...tossers). It’s ever so hard to choose between a Booker Award-winning author and finding out the details of Kate Hudson’s adulterous fling with Owen Wilson, dont' you think?
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