Another fine message

For the second time in ten days, I received a piece of fan mail about my story "Lessons in Submission." This time, a guy wants to make an audio version of the piece. What fun.

Well, back to work tomorrow; I wish I had another day, because I really do have other things to do. (I guess a hundred and fifty million people are thinking that thought at this moment. And another thirty million students are thinking the same thing about school.)

Perhaps the best part of today -- aside from the fan mail -- was sitting on the couch as the rain streamed down and watching Muhammad Ali fight his matches in Zaire in 1974 and The Phillippines in 1975. There was a hilarious moment during the preliminaries to the latter fight. A huge golden trophy, three feet tall, stands in the middle of the boxing ring, and the announcer is saying it goes to the winner, and that it was donated by His Excellency... At that moment, Ali gets up from his corner, playing the fool, and picks up the trophy and walks with it back to his corner as if there is no point in having the actual boxing match because he is the greatest. The crowd's uproarious laughter completely drowns out the announcer finishing the sentence: "... President Ferdinand Marcos." So much for Marcos's big ego moment.

Of course, it all would have been just a bit more cozy if we had heat. We haven't had heat since Dec. 22. Would have gotten it fixed last week, but we were out of town. Finally tomorrow we'll get it repaired.