Saturday, September 17, 2016
Well, French class starts again this morning. On y va! I spent the week brushing up with Duolingo and I'm going to try to spend some time with my notes before I walk in the door. As much as I've complained about it, I'm actually sort of looking forward to class. No pain, no gain, right?
Otherwise, we're destined for a quiet weekend around here. Which is fine with me.
I'm reading an interesting book, "Hillbilly Elegy," by J.D. Vance. It's a memoir about a Kentucky family moving to Ohio and their quest for upward mobility, and the ways that they do, and don't, achieve it. The book has been getting some publicity for providing insight into the seemingly irrational political behavior of the small-town white working class -- such as their continual rejection of spread-the-wealth Democrats at the polls. To oversimplify, it boils down to a lack of belief in the consequences of their own actions. The white working class, the author believes, has been both coddled and alienated to such a degree that they don't believe their choices matter -- so they make bad ones in their personal lives and resort to a sort of visceral anger at the ballot box. It's a fairly easy read; I'm going to finish it this weekend and donate it to the library.
(Photo: Peckham. I don't know what that business is on the right -- a bisexual pacifist drumming circle, maybe?)