We heard last night about Kurt Vonnegut’s death. I always liked Vonnegut during interviews, and have loved his short story, Harrison Bergeron, since the first time I read it. I’m reading one of his novels for the first time right now (Breakfast of Champions, which I started on Sunday) and absolutely loving it. It’s a shame that his wit is no longer meandering around the Earth, but we’ll always remember him through his words, anyway.
Today’s Sine Macula post is going to have to come either late in the afternoon, or tonight. But don’t worry, it’ll be here!