So it's been a dry spell blogwise, though one well-spent on minor nothings, celebrating as best I could Joephet's birthday, though too tired and work-distracted to be the right sort of armtrophy, and otherwise vaguely anxious about school and idly wiling away time on GTAIII, first killing the chinks, then joining forces with the lesbonips. Right now, I'm actually working on modal logic of all things, without the TV on or anything... It's rather frightening, how much more effective I am under pressure.

Today's class was on gay issues, and I began to see, amid the Slavic condemnation of "gay values" such as promiscuity (as if that, like most "gay values," isn't just a souped-up hyperglam hetero-value, that instinctive need to spread seed, to say nothing of the bujii materialism now purveyed by Bravo and NBC, which makes it no surprise that gays are more accepted in these post-industrial, consumeristical times), that the troubling reactionary streak in my classmates is due in part to the fact that many are vocational or physical education teachers, and others are the bujii immigrants who have bought into some broken version of the Protestant dream. But it's hopeless trying to educate educators past a certain point, at least on these sort of bujii values, which is the quiet purpose of the school system, the creeping reproduction of hierarchies.