I spent the day at the Library of Congress. The hottest day we’ve had all year, and early in the morning, because I’d skipped my morning run, I decided to walk to the library from New Hampshire and M. I had snagged my aunts assistant’s parking garage space for the day, a coup. …
Recently my life has been like the The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, and it’s not because my life is literally like the The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. No, it’s because a few months ago I misplaced both a segment of my life and the book, the book with one …
The banality of the inter webs, an increasing finding, with the thousands of bloggers starting to blog every day, all saying the same thing over and over again, not knowing that some of what they say has been said six months ago by someone else, and even then it had already been posted 5 …
Running for the Congo Women early in the morning, spending the rest of the day cleaning. The nocuous living conditions here must end. The place has fallen to ruin, undeterred by the Easter break I’ve been on since Thursday. I haven’t done a thing around here, and surprisingly neither have my temp housemates. What’s up …
