The Party's Over

OK, I'm back, despite the best efforts of the Delta Airlines, which has cut down the number of gates at JFK in NY - probably to save money - to prevent my return. Manchester, Burlington, Miami, Chicago, and Atlanta were all boarding at Gate 23 at the same time, directed over the loudspeakers by people whose accents made their English incomprehensible. So after every announcement, all five planeloads, plus some strays waiting for Pittsburgh and Montreal, would swarm the counter asking what had just been said. Which is a natural response when the departures overhead suggest that your plane is leaving in 20 minutes but you haven't been directed to board yet.

I'll be posting soon about the neurological underpinnings of lack of insight - look up dorsolateral prefrontal cortext to be prepared - reflections on the relationship between toro and taurus, Pat Buchanan's narrative of how globalization doesn't work (which, though completely inaccurate, is plausible, accounting for its perseverance), and the Democratic candidate for Senate in Missouri. And I won't get anywhere near 11 comments on any of those. But at least you'll know you're in the right place.