miscellaneous:

• owing to an exploded pen, currently walking around with dark blue hands feeling a bit like lady macbeth, or that babe in the faerie queene 2.

• what my latin class is interested in: whether camilla is hot, or just one scary woman.

• (couldn't get through class anyway, a group of protesters were shouting outside of our classroom, making it impossible to hear anyone, so class degenerated into chatting.)

• from mr bunnsy has an adventure, a children's story book, which, in the amazing maurice, is found by a clan of rats who can read, and who build a kind of religion around the book, as prophetic of a future where animals wore clothes, did not eat each other, and talked to humans. a sign taken for a wonder, so to speak.

  
  one day, when he was naughty, mr bunnsy looked over the hedge into farmer fred's field and saw it was full of fresh green lettuces. mr bunnsy, however, was not full of lettuces. this did not seem fair.

  the important thing about adventures, thought mr bunnsy, was that they should not be so long as to make you miss mealtimes.

  
  

• there are flowers out already, i saw some when i was coming out of foods for all nation yesterday, on a low enough so that when i lifted my head they were giggling in my face.

• but i haven't seen any daffodils yet, not along this stretch of alderman. i know where i lived first year there was a small spread of them i need to make a visit to them. somehow daffodils do not inspire wordsworthian feelings. i just feel like mephistophilis in d.j. enright's very funny sequence, a faust book.

• d.j. enright is wonderful, isn't he? i think he was the one person i would have wanted to meet, had i the chance.