1. Read a bunch of E.B. White. I didn’t mean to haul off and do a survey. I just found a copy of Writings from the New Yorker, and then when I finished it I dug out my copy of One Man’s Meat. And when I finished his biography I wanted to read Katharine’s, since she edited at The New Yorker for 30 years, so I dug up a copy on half.com. And then I wondered how the biographies compared to the letters. And then I thought, “Hmmm, it’s been years and years since I read the children’s books, and I never bothered to read Stuart Little.” And so forth and so on.

Which is all to say that the whole reading begets more reading theory is still working out well for me. I’d dip into this stuff in the evenings, usually, and it would make the exam prep seem fresher somehow. Whatever works.

2. Ended up watching every episode of Dexter. I’ve never had a serial killer fascination, but this is so well written and executed (har!) that it’s worth getting addicted to. It stumbled for a couple of episodes in the middle, but overall the arc was tight and quick. I was explaining to Mister Husband that it’s interesting for the same reason the early Vampire Chronicles are interesting — it successfully renders incomprehensible traits human.