I am in here.
So much for doing work. I was out enjoying the sunshine for a good long part of the day instead of blogging. Seemed the sane thing to do. Started a new book: The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova. About Dracula, of all things. I mean, when you see a book with that title, you don’t immediately … Continue reading One day down…
I’ve been reading Bruce Chatwin’s In Patagonia these last couple of months (I read lots of books at the same time; that’s why it’s taken me so long even though it’s a pretty short book). Therefore, I start wanting to head out to vast empty spaces that are hard to get to. I’m not the … Continue reading Traveling in my head
I’m going to try to do something meaningful today. Read more of Ken Wilber’s Sex, Ecology, Spirituality, or even Plotinus’s The Enneads. You know, reading ancient Neoplatonic philosophers is easier than you think it would be. Seriously.
Here’s a link about finding the house where Truman Capote lived when he wrote Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
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