when we grow up

some day -- i assume when the major elected officials are less with the baby boomers and more with their children -- when, in other words, people are running for office who may not even have been born, much less of age, during vietnam -- when someone my age defeats someone my father's age in a presidential election and we know we've taken another generational step -- do you think then, maybe, possibly, the question of whether a candidate served in the military might stop coming up?

there are just huge numbers of people my age (old enough to run for representative, but not for senator) who have never even considered military service, much less done any. are we, the lot of us, unfit to be president of the united states? (most of my friends wouldn't want the job, which very likely makes them more fit for it than a lot of other people, but that's beside the point.) the military tends to howl about having a commander in chief who's never worn a uniform. but, dudes: civilian control of the armed forces. isn't that why there are chiefs? and joint chiefs?

i suppose the next generation's Big Military Issue will be did he or didn't he register for the (defunct) draft -- or, when the day comes that women are serious candidates, how come she didn't register. setting aside the fact, of course, that -- unless something's changed since i filled out my last FAFSA -- she can't whether she wants to or not. but that's another issue entirely.

i am ...

... so sick of yogurt you don't even know. and yet it is necessary; i eat the stuff when i'm on antibiotics anyway, because -- well, because i do, and several of you will understand why -- but this time, the doctor even told me when she wrote the prescription that i should eat yogurt with active cultures because antibiotics this strong can rough up your stomach. but i swear, i never want to see yogurt again at this point, and i've got five and a half days of this course left. (out of ten, but i also did five days on a different ten-day course before i went back to tell them it wasn't working. so, yeah.)

... tired. so tired. and achy.

... frustrated that at the new gym, where darthrami and i have been going, i can't seem to get my heart rate up above about 132 bpm -- which isn't bad, but could be better, when the goal is the cardio and whatnot. [makes a face] spoke to the manager-girl about it on the way out, and she said next time think of the whole thing as a sprint, see how that goes. so.

... now just awaiting decisions from the universities i know are just dying to have me come to their departments for my phd. got an acknowledgement card from oxford today (addressed in handwriting worse than my brother's when he was about six, and posted from germany?), which was the last one to get back to me. all over but the fingernail-chewing.

... tired. (i know. even more so.) probably a good time to go to bed.