Spent my lunchtime outside on the grass, reading and soaking up sunshine. When you live in Seattle, you have to get as much sunshine as possible, because you never know when it will be back.

I'm reading The War of the Flowers by Tad Williams, who writes very long, very good books. It's great so far: full of fairies with unpleasant personalities and a thirty-year old man who, I suspect, will be forced to grow up by the end. At least in some respects. And the cover is very pretty.

I poetryized this site as of the previous (and, until now, only) post:

Zeitgeist Big words I can make
myself vaguely understood by a bit of course, Greek which
is almost as bad, but
I spoke
Spanish, and
Latin. or Spanish,
and Latin. My Italian French, and
once, not
trying to begin with. I learned in
order to graduate school in school
and once, long ago, I was thinking about
languages.
Once, not trying to turn
into Latin or Spanish,
though.

And it's true. I'm not trying to turn into Latin or Spanish.