(Expletive Deleted) Las Vegas

My bike was stolen from the rack outside the hotel. Someone cut the lock, and took my bike. I'm sick of this. Three times in a month, Laura and I have been the victims of theft, in three different cities, and three times we've gotten a polite "We''ll take a report, but you're out of luck" from the police. We went out and bought a bike rack for our car, drove 2200 miles with a bike obscuring the view out the back window, and within the first two weeks, some ne'er-do-well steals my bike. And the cherry on top of the theft sundae is that our insurance won't cover anything, because no individual theft was over the $500 deductible.

The worst part of being stolen from isn't the actual cost of what's stolen. It's the feeling of violation, of impotence, of vulnerability. I'm sick of it.

So I'm a little grumpy right now.

On the upside, we found a great coffee shop that serves vegan food and has lots of quirky artwork, and it's a reasonable bike ride away...oh.

But on a brighter note, Laura's family will be coming to visit in a month!

Also, classicist Robert Fagles has come out with a new translation of the Aeneid. While this may not sound terribly exciting to anyone else, it's a source of great excitement for me and my geeky ilk. "Wars and a man I sing-an exile driven on by Fate..."