Thursday, March 04, 2010

Good one

Got an intense bouldering workout amidst errand running; sometimes, about fourteen feet up the wall, I'll have a fleeting moment of wondering how I got there. That's when I down climb.
Day got nicer and nicer, and more is to come over the next couple. No weirdos on the bus this afternoon, just regular folks getting places.
Finished Nana, and am left pondering why he wrote such an over the top work about prostitution: Did he himself believe it was a dangerous scourge, a threat to the upper classes, etc.? Or was he writing to sell it to those folks? Nobody really came out well in the end, but dang, the guy could write.


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