Thursday night, after yoga ("raise the inner lining of your anus and take it into your chest" or something like that) and after frantic conversation about teaching in steam room and while waiting for dbuuck to meet me at bar for something resembling dinnersnack, I was loving Aase Berg's selected Remainland. Buuck was late so I felt desperate for more of the book. More please! All of Transfer Fat please!

Then petulant and stupidly refusing to sleep reading Thomas D. Church, Gardens are For People. So many pools! I keep trying to understand shapes other than squares.