....with words or pictures?
yep. some words. pictures on the cover.
Nice. I didn't know you could read.
yep...read quite a bit. this'll be #93 or 94 for the year. over at goodreads you can use the site to track what you read. nice. used to do that, from time-to-time in a journal, but the site does it for you. wish i could remember all of the books i read...i'm close, maybe, one will come to me now and then, i'll add it to my list of books read. read this story about a whale...or whales, time that richard adams girl on a swing was out? can't remember the title. i've looked, asked, to no avail, alas. about whales and squid, realistically told. too much information, hey? so now you know.
Not reading palms anymore, Walt?
just my own. have some paint...or caulk on the meat of my thumb...my hands look pretty rough. heh! i hate this time of year, the skin cracks. lotion. have some lotion if i could just remember to put it on. tastes like paint. latex.
here's a quote from the book i'm reading, dog-eared the bottom of the page, a curious quote, all things considered:
how sweet it is to hate one's native land and avidly await its ruin...and in its ruin to discern the dawn of universal renaissance. (pecherin) i say curious because of the native land in question, russia, mother russia, or the soviet union...story is the time of reagan, gorby? and perhaps this nation's time? ruin. dostoyevksy, in his the idiot, makes some remarkable observations about russia, the land that became the u.s.s.r. and judging by putin's recall, the same kind of mindset is prevalent today there? this feeling of belief that things are better in france? or wherever? that some other culture...or is it politics?...is better than mother russia? since dosty was writing before the bolsheviks jumped in the pan, it is curious, the mindset...this hatred for all things russian, as dosty wrote in the idiot. some great lines in dostoyevky's story. i recommend it. this one is the russia house by le carre. curious because if what i was told in the ole anthropology course, one must love one's culture for that culture to endure. if one hates one's culture, one will certainly change that culture...for the better or the worse. or the ruin. as we saw back in the u.s.s.r. as we are seeing here in this country. c'est la vie.
i'm reading a book.