In which the book group is reading several books on the Holocaust, and I meditate on some of what I’ve read.
In which I accompany Paul and Tom to see The Decemberists perform. In which Paul has trouble remembering the name of a former girlfriend.
In which I find your lack of faith disturbing.
In which my new Powermac G5 is gradually absorbing all of my existing data: music, photos, documents, etc.
In which I eat a cheese that tastes like shit. In which we see the film Mystic River.
In which we wake to a world encased in ice.