Ew!

I almost just dipped my Tostito into my beer instead of my guacamole. Close call. It turns out that (for my taste buds) the key to good guacamole is fresh cilantro. I suppose cilantro is the key to lots of good experiences for me.
Tonight, I am polishing off the last of a four-pack of Murphy's Stout. I think my favorite part of a stout is the head of the beer---I love watching it rise and I love the creamy taste and texture of it. I mean, sure, I like the beer and I like getting drunk but there is just something so delicious about creamy, foamy head.
Dude! I almost just did it again. I need to move my beer.
I presently have two books to read. Obviously, there are many more books in my house and in the world for me to read, but there are two specific titles currently on the horizon. One I have read before: Small Gods by Terry Pratchett. At least, I think I've read it before---I certainly remember the first chapter but not much else. I've only read one other Terry Pratchett (not counting Good Omens) and it was when I was 12 or something. Given that a few people whom I respect are big fans, I suppose I should give the author another try.
The other book arrived at my house from Christine by way of Trina's mother the day after Trina left for Spain. The book is Cunt by Inga Muscio.
In my Post-Modern Canadian Feminist Literature course at Mudd, I had many issues with terms used to describe the oppression of women and literature by men and patriarchy. Specifically, the "feminist" terminology seemed to over-generalize. Perhaps some of the women with whose terms I were uncomfortable had taken courses in feminist thought, but I never have and the terms used to describe the problems seemed to unfairly group, judge, and malign men just as we supposedly do to women. Is such description the norm in the academic realm? I was very uncomfortable with blaming societal and literary problems on the Patriarchy, a concept or grouping used to encapsulate all male action to the present. What is the actual causality of the oppression of women?
Of course, I know that my treatment of women (and everyone else) is not perfect and I recognize that I have much to learn. To that end, Cunt seems like it could give me some perspective on feminist thought that I did not previously have. At the very least, reading the book will give me something new to talk to Trina about when she finally gets it. At best, the book will help me become a better friend, lover, and citizen of the planet.
It is time for me to read and then sleep.