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I'm reading too many books at once right now.

I've finally started Kim Stanley Robinson's Red Mars, which I've owned for about four years and never previously cracked open, but Justine recently recommended it, so it's my train-ride paperback. Weezie sent me a hardcover edition of Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country, which appears to cover pretty much everything I've been worried about since the shrub entered office after being appointed by the Supreme Court, rather than being elected fair-and-square. Yeah, thanks for throwing in the towel, Gore. Don't quit on my account; as part of the American people that you said "deserve better," I wouldn't have minded waiting for a full recount, or a reconsideration of the entire electoral-vote process, so outmoded after all these years. Or hell, let's have a "do-over," and see how many people turn out to vote when they actually think their effort may make a difference this time. Remind me why I thought you cared.

Holy Venom! (*dismounts high-horse) Sorry. Got carried away.

Lastly, Mike lent me Rebel Code by Glyn Moody, an entertaining and detail-rich, if heavy-handed history of the recently highly significant Linux OS. This is of primary interest as background, as I am fooling around with Linux at work lately; I got a junker box and put Mandrake 9.2 on it (it didn't eat my CD-ROM drive's firmware, thanks). It is a major chore, and a lot of fun at the same time to fool around with an OS other than Mac OS X or Windows 2000-J, my two staples. There are some paradigms that are requiring brainbending, and that's always fun.

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