Monday, February 16
otherwhile, this valentine's weekend was quite lovely, and maybe the reddest one on record for me. nothing close to the emotional upheaval of last year (god yes.) i guess i had interactions of one sort or another with a fair complement of loves and lovers past present and never, which was all nice. in addition to the poker, last night included a private picnic on the floor of lpac cinema - wine, cheese, raspberries, and truffles in front of american splendor.
upshotting, i still have a whopment of seminar reading to do, though i earnestly pledged much of today to it. everything so far has been deadly dry, which makes it slow slow going, except for spurts of indifferent fastness, neither of which leads to much absorption. i know, i should be looking at the pictures more. they're mostly bad ditto repros though. ok well. you can tell it's hardcore reading time now because stars of the lid are playing.
there's never been a dance that's so easy to do
it even makes you happy when you're feeling blue