So I’m trying to write an … essay. I used to be able to. But this time, it’s like shaving by pulling one chin-hair out at a time. What has happened to me? Maybe blogging is like a constant diet of fast-food. The idea of making a real meal gets to seem an insuperable, Sysyphean, Julia Childean, get-the-Sunnis-on-board task. And the distractions! Only 503 more emails to read! And only 435 of them have “Satan for Bush” or ‘Fuck You, Andrew” in the cover-line. Did Derbyshire fart again? Someone just sent me a piece about anti-Semitism in Sweden. And that’s not even counting trying to create a forged document on MicrosoftWord. Take that, Dan! At this rate, I’ll be scanning Bigmuscle.com for the rest of the day, if only to get away from bunnies playing sharks. M u s t f o c u s on essay. Peter will fire me. I’m already a week late. Maybe I’ll go the gym after a quick latte. I’ll be thinking more clearly then. Oh, and by the way …
ANTI-SEMITISM WATCH: It’s pretty grim in Sweden.
The Dish 