i am of the personal opinion that one should not read Foucault before bed unless one desires random, almost horrifyingly comical dreams about having sex with cousins. and giraffes. i'm just saying.
this is a space where i think. out loud. so to speak. welcome.
itching to...
revoke the last statement. get the great dane and at best be able to throw a ball with it in the city somewhere without breaking my landlord's window like last time.
have a great dane. a grey or sable one. and then have him teach me to run.
get my house THERE. i am so close.
read the private lives of pippa lee
see Nine with Daniel Day-Lewis
What is the best new word for lunch/dinner?
worth the time
on love ~alain de botton
when things of the spirit come first ~simone de beauvoir
the bog oyster: history on the half shell ~mark kurlansky
fields of play: constructing an academic life ~laurel richardson
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