(Just a quick plug for intergalactic shuffle mode, currently bringing me the Bloodhound Gang's "Lift your Head Up High (and blow your brains out)", with a great line that always tickles me: "life is short but hard like a body-building elf")
Anyway, turned out to be just beautiful in NYC, warm and sunny and delightful. Walked crosstown to the 6 in the morning, but when the meeting was over I traipsed across the park in the upper 90s, along the bridle path and just north of the reservoir, where I've never walked before. Just beautiful. And the drinking fountains work! Only in New York, kids.. (sorry, had to say it)
Been reading Richard Ford's A Multitude of Sins. No one better captures the utter ordinariness of making wrong, hurtful decisions - how easy, how non-malicious it can be. His characters make wrong moves in weak relationships, and generally the consequences are ordinary, too. Though, in "Abyss," there is tragedy, the remaining character chooses to face his fate with resignation and perhaps relief. His men make their mistakes (usually involving a woman) and accept them, his women are strong and know what they want and what they don't want. And most of them seem to be in real estate.
-- Mr. Johnson knows nothing about real estate.
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