Sunday, September 12, 2010


Yesterday Steve took me out for a wonderful Mexican dinner, followed by a visit to the ever-gorgeous Asylum Point Park.  It was about 6 o'clock, the sun was on its descent, and the grasses and bushes waved in and out of the warm rays as they were tickled by the soft lake breeze.  The water glimmered and shone.  Steve swayed as he played delicate love songs on his viola for me, and the dusky twilight backlit his head of dark curls.  It was a most enchanting evening, I must say.

But then it was time to bunker down and get back to my homework, to my reams of readings about political theory, such as this one by Alexander Wendt:

Constructivists think that state interests are in important part constructed by systemic structures, not exogenous to them; this leads to a sociological rather than micro-economic structuralism. 

Man, shoot me now. 

This is going to be a long, long semester.