Bear-baiting and Shakespeare

(I have nothing really interesting to say today. I'm just posting so that anyone who may be checking my blog perodically has something to look at other than the blondes.)

After sitting at Starbucks the other day, reading this for two hours while my daughter was at the movies with her friends, my brain was full of all sorts of new literary knowledge relating to women's rights in third world countries, religion, and the nature of suffering itself... and incidentally, my brain was fried. So, I promptly gathered my belongings and got myself to the nearest supermarket (which happened to be Wegmans, the Mecca to all that call themselves grocers) grabbed one of these and some spicy tuna rolls, and went to Heaven. (Actually, I just went to that little seating area where people can eat and read magazines.) For some reason, it rounded the day off perfectly, and I will never again apologize or feel shame for my need of a trashy read. I was able to go back to the important stuff with a rested mind. But really, I long for the days when this was the important stuff and Bop magazine was the trashy read. Oh Menudo...