In the past several weeks I've written several essays, and not one of them was on a topic I really gave much of a rat's arse about. The funny thing about this, is that I chose these topics. I chose to write about Jorge Luis Borges, whom I can't really abide, and I chose to write about the concerns of feminist thinking, which really doesn't concern me much in the way that feminists are often perceived to think.

I am, in a word, mad.