thanx dahling...hanseul gave me this and it's provoked the usual here at the university of pennsylvania; that is to say, viciously cold dissection and long warm followthrough. reaction over at princeton?... :^) manoj's and my shared insight: p-ton is like the resort from which embryonic i-bankers emerge, into manhattan with their experiences as their credentials. or something; later than lately i use lots of semicolon half-stops in my writing; it has this "i'm leaning against a wall" feel to them. can't be, shan't be bothered to come to a full rest; and the comma compromises the molasses-slow movement of my massive glacial thought-patterns. er artsy.

we moved mr. table into the crook of our beds' L-shape. now it's a nice ugly repository for books, potted plants, oh the devil may care. and i'll/we'll get very carrington on its ass i hope, with post-mural resources. the proselytization of space. and...and...maybe. i don't quite know what to put right here.