xlascaux

i've been reading orhan pamuk's Snow. I picked it up just to have something easy to read on the bus, but now I'm completely enthralled with it. The writing is awful-- translated from Turkish-- but the characters are vibrant and unstrained. The book follows a journalist to the remote city of kars where he is trying to find out why young girls are committing suicide. He also finds his old flame. Anyway, it is a good read. And a welcome relief from Heidegger.

I am busy busy.

My good friend called me last night to tell me he's contemplating divorce. Again. Still. He really should get divorced, his wife is killing him. Hopefully he actually has the balls to finally do it this time.

It is warming up outside. I actually forced myself to go jogging last night and it felt great.