i'm on tape decks all over hell.
aamcnamara asked me to link her post offering anybody interested copies of an essay on Dust and Ursula K. Le Guin's Paradises Lost. Sounds pretty cool, and I'm resisting asking for a copy myself. There's such a thing as too much introspection.
In other news, it's snowpocalypsing again, and I'm debating qigong or no qigong. It'd probably be good for me to go, wouldn't it? I wonder how bad the roads are.
And then I can come home and clean this horrid pigsty. These floors are unbelievable.