This weekend while camping at Mono Lake reading Joanne Kyger's Big Strange Moon in the tent with flashlight. Lots of eggs in it. And parties. I usually don’t like to read diaries, too self aware, but couldn't stop reading it. And then kept saying things after I read it, like Joanne couldn't get a beer in India. Or Joanne likes everything to be split evenly. Or... Talking with Stephanie the other day about conversation she had with someone about flicker accounts and how they only show the parties and not to the usual daily stuff, like yoga or eating breakfast or just reading, and thus make it look like all one’s time is spent at the bar. This book similar to that.