I can't believe my parents finally have a high-speed internet connection. I can actually do work in their house. What a difference that makes in my perception of the place. It feels far less claustrophobic now. Maybe I'll buy them a switch, so I can plug my laptop in. Anyway, I have a ton to say, but am far too tired to say it. Tomorrow I belatedly begin my third consecutive Cultural Studies Association conference, where I will see Jillian -- "Hooray!" -- and muse on all the good thoughts that reading Giorgio Agamben on the plane inspired. For now, though, my sister's one-time bedroom calls. I feel like Barry Newman after he has piloted that white Dodge Challenger across the Nevada line.