it's hard to rethink anything when you're in no shape to think at all, but i've just spent the last 45 minutes pounding out 1000 words 'reviewing' a book that in turn reviews prostitution in the UK. while reading it this afternoon (intermittently, between singing in Motet, when i really really shouldn't have, and going to the store for ingredients for chicken soup, and taking a short nap while it rained), i came up with -out of the blue- an idea for the final paper for this class, and even managed some enthusiasm for it. (this is the class that i am loathing this quarter - every quarter there is one)
here's the idea, so i don't forget it: compare and contrast the two different methods of dealing with prostitution: (a) forbid brothel prostitution, and other people living off the proceeds of prostitution -ie no pimping and no madams. that's the UK method. (b) brothel prostitution is allowed but streetwalking is strictly verboten. (not that there's an effective way to make it verboten, but let's pretend) eg. Singapore, and bits of Nevada. see if you can find the thin line between the two that will produce acceptable policy. 'cos god knows criminalising prostitution (by women who are of age) is one of the most stupid things you can do. (hmm...i wonder if there will be space for some speculation on male prostitution...)
that out of the way, i can safely crawl into bed with Sagan and Waltz on the nuclear world, and probably fall asleep too. i'm nice and full of ba bao cha, and earlier this evening i made myself a big pot of chicken soup with rice. really easy too -- some chicken broth from Campbells, augmented with lots of carrots, peeled celery, chopped up onions and spring onion, along with some rice, boiled and then simmered until the carrots were soft and tender. in the meantime, baked up some chicken breast marinaded in sesame oil and garlic and pepper seasoning salt, which i then sliced into cubes and added to the soup shortly before consuming copious amounts of it.
i'll be hungry again before i know it.
in the meantime, more reading awaits. but my throat and head hurt, and my eyes are sore...