At the risk of seeming more than normally hormonal, today is a grumpy day. Found myself wanting to break things while tidying, and stamping on innocent steps. Not even my many coffees or my new wall map of the U.S.A. has lifted the fug. Trivia: do you know which spot in the U.S. is the intersection of four state borders? I want to go there and tap dance.
And another thing: the BBC lied to me. Yesterday they promised five days of snow, but in response to protest from commuters there will only be a light flurry on Thursday.
You may have seen the news about the Chinese Prime Minister being shoed while giving a speech. From where I'm sitting I could probably hit the same spot, if the roof went away. The security was great fun to watch. A friend and I had a mini protest - 'leave Tibet alone' - before the hardcore kafkan solidaritists showed up, but only a sniffer dog showed interest. Somebody was saying loudly how their snowball had a grenade in it. There were men on all the roofs, presumably with sniper rifles. They also had wussy harnesses, as if falling off a faculty building was their biggest risk. The University Security also pitched in, bless them. Imagine kung fu special forces with old men in navy uniforms trailing around after them.
In a beeb video one of the Chinese supporters was in floods about the visit. And somebody else threw a shoe. I wonder what the 'correct' stance is, if you could omnisciently take into account everything he's done for the country. Cry while lobbing? Throw some tissues? Pleasant wave? I don't understand politics.
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