On the radio tonight an archaeologist spoke about the preserved remains of Palmyra that are being blown to bits by ISIL these days.
When I was a child, I wanted to be an archaeologist. I think that was my most lasting career desire. Ninja, inventor, architect. My father still talks about it, how I told him "I'm going to find the Garden of Eden," and when he asked where it was I told him it was in the Middle East.
Yesterday ISIL exploded the Temple of Bel, which stood for 2,000 years. What to say? Yesterday I woke up late, ate hummus with an everything bagel at a cafe downtown, had a smoothie. I spent the afternoon indoors, reading, clicking around, and the evening on the phone.