Yesterday I passed two milestones: I went to BJ’s Wholesale for the first time, and I finally bought an iPad. As I was driving home, the Sister of the Radical (SORor) called, and I asked her if I was the last person on earth to discover BJ’s. “Yes,” she said, not unkindly. Well, so be it. I was late to the game on Deadwood too, but caught up eventually.
BJ’s had been recommended to me by my dentist during a prolonged procedure (he was trying to distract me from the root canal he was performing) and I must say, neither the root canal or BJ’s has been a disappointment. As I toodled down I-91 with a full trunk of loose items (they don’t give you bags at BJ’s, and I made a mental note to bring cardboard boxes or totes the next time) the only parallel experience I could compare it to was being allowed to visit a warehouse stocked by UNESCO, or being the patriarch of a polygamous Mormon family. Bales of socks and long underwear were nestled next to a case of baked beans, a massive brick of TP, a bushel of garlic, six quarts of shrink wrapped OJ, and a variety of other jumbo-sized items.
Riding shotgun was the iPad. What can I say? 64 gigs and it’s everything I can imagine. Having posted the purchase on my Facebook, I got the following link from Rick Perlstein (who is cool and funny and nice, in addition to being a terrific writer) advertising the enhanced e-book of his Nixonland: the Rise of a President and the Fracturing of America (Scribners, 2008). I embedded the video here:
Is that cool or what? In other news:
Historiann and Tenured Radical have been nominated for a 2010 Cliopatria award in the category “Best Series of Posts,” for their series on Terry Castle’s The Professor (You can get started reading here). If that isn’t enough, the roundtable on feminist blogging I have been promising, “Women Gone Wild,” starring TR, Historiann, Jennifer Ho, May Friedman, Marilee Lindemann and Rachel Leow, is now up and rocking the house at the Journal of Women’s History.
Finally, we are sad to say that the authors of Edge of the American West seem to be biting the poison pill. Oh yeah, they say they are going on hiatus, but when and if they come back, they will come back as something else. As one co-author said:”I’d rather take a break before it becomes a chore or I start posting pictures of cats.” Another: “We associate the West with new beginnings, but also the end of the day, and maybe we have got there.”
Maybe. We’ll miss you, and thanks.