Gurk.

Work blew today. Busy busy busy routing manuscripts while coworkers feuded with each other. I'm an editor (shhh, don't tell). My workplace is dysfunctional, very poorly managed, leading to little turf wars between groups and individuals. Anyway, it was complicated and stressful, and I'm just glad to be home and away from it.

Drowning in Ink's Amy went to a Socialist meeting, which I found pretty bold, given how nutty and cultish so many of the hardline Socialist groups are, Stateside. Socialism had a chance in the US, back before WW I. After then, hah -- anybody who's a diehard Socialist, Trotskyite, Maoist, Marxist-Leninist, or Stalinist in this day and age is dreaming, or deluded, or looney, or perhaps all of the above. Any idea of a party vanguard leading the workers to Utopia(tm) is just a sick joke, what postmodernists like to call an "emancipatory metanarrative."

The Scandinavian countries took the best route toward Socialism, the democratic socialist route, but overall, most "Socialist" countries have as much to do with Socialism as "democratic" countries do with Democracy. The exigencies of power, authority, and control ultimately derail efforts at political liberation. I think the social and cultural spheres are where it has to happen, versus the political sphere. But enough of that.

What else? I'm cooking a salmon salad sandwich with provolone on sourdough bread, pan-frying it in extra-virgin olive oil. Yum!