I am a reader again.

I dropped off reading for a long time. There were bits and pieces,summaries, reading from the end to the beginning selected portions, but I had stopped reading. And I never read the books I wanted to, the ones that daunted me. When we read, especially the very old things, we are participating in a long conversation that goes back and back and back. Since January: Wuthering Heights, Frankenstein, Manning Marable's book on Malcolm X, the Aeneid.

Now I begin to see, in this huge conversation, that I had drifted off into fatality. I had stopped believing in the ability to do. There is a quiet happiness in me again because once again, I am a believer in the human spirit.

I have finally finished the proofing for the Land of Wind and Light, work on the gender theory book continues, getting odder and odder.

I'm tired of moderation. Moderation needs to get bent over and fucked in its ass.

Well, after years of sitting on my hands, and working on other things, I've finally commenced my first book of what I call radical feminist-genderqueer theory and it is turning out to be virulently anti-patriarchal and deeply unsympathetic to heterosexuality or Christianity. I think it will be massively hated, but I am pleased.

Good Lord, why would anyone stop at this page when I haven't stopped here since November. Most of November, all of December, and the majority of January, almost but not quite three months. What was going on last time I was here? What has happened since? I finished the fourth Rossford book and earned a degree and in synagogue we finally finished Genesis and went into Exodus. I don't write this because it's oh-so-interesting, but because it has happened, and in a way this page is about the things that have happened.