gaining a measure. the measure. physical environment being crucial to mental productivity, i rearranged things: bookshelf to accessible position and little prince calendar to visible position and stereo to touchable position. 30/30 on the paper "a waste of flesh". a pity 30 in the wasteland of 25s no doubt but flattering :^) and infinite needed. my hmong and tallulah pieces in the street. thriftway today for the essentials. u penn is the light upon the hill and to reach the ghetto you walk down, down, down sidewalks, past middle eastern groceries, frito-lay trucks fronting the 80s version of the doritos bag until you reach the place where they sell both goya and erewhon. teehee. standing in line. strange, friendly, hairless women and beautiful children, and impatient students. and - sigh. the inflation of spirit and the spinning excitement of mind late at night, far (enough) from home/dorm. "what have i done to deserve this" but in an okay way. it takes so little to reconvince me and spur me to the end of nodding and smiling the start of furrowed eyebrows and the headtilt. the slow divulgence and convergence of personality. proud like a prow. the measure? the full measure?