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Today is the second day that school has been cancelled due to ice. I hate the cold, so I stay inside; I am suffering from cabin fever. I have read, although with my new bifocals I am not having an easy time of that. They tell me I will adjust, but as of now, three hours with them, I have not. Impatient as well as being restless do not a good pairing make. My class tonight at UT has been cancelled as well. I know the world does not shut down in parts of the country where cold weather is more of a constant. I know, I know: we are not used to it, we are not prepared to handle it etc. etc. I am safer sitting here at home. Boredom takes over and dominates into inaction. Over the semester break I did get a bit read: The new Jim Harrison novel ( I really like this guy: kind of rambling multi-story lines with deep reflections on life, politics, personal relationships, and religion), Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee (Can’t believe it took me so long to finally getting around to reading this; it should be required reading in some class where required reading takes place), Pedagogy of the Oppressed ( a fun read, but coupled with Bury my Heart, becomes oppressive thinking about the powers that be), a large chunk of Lisa Cary’s book, and the first hundred pages of Salman Rushdie’s Shalimar the Clown ( a fun book, it has been at least ten years since I read him: wild stuff).