friday night

Last night, having dinner with Bao at that loud Japanese place--the music was good, but loud loud--I told him that I wanted to become a music monk. He smiled.

This evening, after returning from a grueling day-long interview/visit at another school, I read Thierry's blog. I think that Thierry and I are somehow embryonically linked.

Lately I can only read poems. I don't want to read fiction. Now I agree with what Thierry said earlier. I know I will only agree for a finite period of time, though. Then I will go back to fiction, or it will come back to me.