I have been reading about geopolitical analysis and forecasting for the next century. If you are looking for a way to rid yourself of magical thinking, read about geopolitical analysis and forecasting. Or, as Goblin Foo understands it: a city block isn’t just going to pee on itself.

On the other hand, I like magical thinking, which on the grand scheme of things puts me somewhat on par with a baboon or a religious fundamentalist, but if you don’t happen to be a baboon or a religious fundamentalist, it makes the world a more interesting place.

Most of my magical thinking in recent days has centered around, given certain realities, what I should do with the rest of my life. I have come to the conclusion that I need to change the realities, which is where the magic comes in. Starting a new business or taking out student loans when I’m already trillions of dollars in debt is perhaps not the most brilliant maneuver. Then again, it might be nice to be sheltered in grad school until the worst of this lingering Republican nonsense blows over. (Yes, it’s Democratic nonsense, too, but why do the Democrats always try to out-Republican the Republicans? It’s a race to the bottom.)

All of this and I haven’t even gotten to watch the last episode of Battlestar Galactica yet because I am bound by a magical pact not to make any progress on the TiVo queue when Rob is out of town. All I can do within the bounds of treaty is help Goblin carefully execute her urinary strategy.