RWP

READING: still working on rey chow's the protestant ethnic and the spirit of capitalism. i'm also reading a rather awful novel by marge piercy called the third child. it's one of those train wrecks of a book that keeps getting worse but you can't look away, can't stop reading. i'm sickly fascinated to see how it ends.

WEARING: jeans and a brown cozy turtleneck sweater. currently my feet are socked but not shod. i'm also wearing a sheet and a comforter, because i am snuggled up in bed next to a napping glaucon.

PLANNING: to drive glaucon to the airport early as fuck-all tomorrow morning. staying at his house tonight, but right now we're at my house (he's doing a load of laundry here because my roommates and i have our own machines into which we don't have to pump quarters). we ate at senor moose tonight with E and F. in the more immediate future, i'm going to look up some song lyrics to settle a dispute he and i are having (don't worry--we were smiling and it's all in fun)...

p.s. post lyrics research: i was right. but um...i had looked these lyrics up before, as i explained to him when he questioned the accuracy of my version, but he still didn't believe me. now i'm not one to say "i told you so," but... :-) fyi, we were in disagreement about the lyrics to the pixies' "here comes your man." the two lines in question: "out by the family stew" (he didn't believe "stew" was the correct word); and "big shake on the boxcar moving" (he thought the word was "shape").

hence, my other new icon: mongoose kicking cobra ass. ;-)