Today is almost over. I got a book in the mail, that I won – being one of the first 25 to respond to an email. Happy 2007! YOU SUCK by Christopher Moore (see below). That promises to be fun. BUT I am reading the PYNCHON, AGAINST THE DAY at home, and INSECT POETICS during free time during the day. Bugs is in discrete chapters, so I start YOU SUCK after I finish “VOICES OF THE LEAST LOVED: The Cockroach in the Contemporary American Novel." You have to admit that is some chapter title, right?

Now, that classmates.com thing I signed up for, I got an email saying someone looked at my profile (very little info). If I pay they will tell me who, is that not blackmail, or marketing genius? Someone (real or imaginary) looked at my profile with days of my putting it there. By mistake, looking for one of my siblings (none of who have signed up). WHO DID THIS profile patrol? Do I care enough to spend 5 bucks a month to find out? Would you? From the mids 1970s, who remembered my name enough to click on it?

KILLING PEOPLE IS RUDE
I snapped a picture in front of Saks Fifth Avenue, sprayed on the sidewalk – perhaps by some band of Pro Life Nuns or Anti-gun violence zealots? Or by the police in some kind of reverse-reverse psychology: graffiti as the medium?

And a picture of one of my Christmas presents from Paul . . . and the shoes I wore today – it was almost 50 and sunny . . .

And you?