Had to visit the doctor this morning at 9:30. He was a back doctor/chiropractor/alternative medicine type: I have a sort of scoliosis/generally strange spine that he's correcting. Anyway, he told me that there's some tension in my middle-lower back and that correlates to a part of the brain that somehow involves 'dogmatic positions'. And I got a good laugh out of it and then thought about dogmatism & me and decided my tense middle-lower back is result of the knee-jerk leftism (and all its corollaries) that has dominated my adolescence (I know what you're thinking but the whole Catholic thing is too obvious, thanks).
Caught 'Thank You for Smoking' with my mother and sister at 12:20. It was funny. It attacked and exposed the sophistry of each side of the tobacco issue. And, of course, a bit of me has to mention that
I met Christopher Buckley, author of the novel, last year in New Orleans.
More later.