It's one of those random days when my schedule is under control and I'm not anxious, which is nice. There are lots of things I could do right now...there is a website waiting for an overhaul, because in these days of twitter we do and report on everything now. Our online presence is the only presence that matters sometimes, especially in promotions. Windows are tight and attentions are small, parsed into a million digital feeders at less than 200 characters. And concerning myself with this is how I pay for the other parts of my life...or something like that.

 I'm reading bits and pieces of Judith Tannenbaum's memoir of teaching at San Quentin. It was a gift from Red Room...which was incredibly neat of them. And Judith is someone I'm quite in awe of, she is humble and honest as well as sonorous. It's a good read, especially these days, when so many of us are quick to see things obliquely, to hear a voice of expansion.

 Working with technology has its merits and researching on wiki everything is one of my dirty time-sucking secrets. But there is nothing like holding a book, or talking to a person.