goodnight!

tomorrow the english teaching course starts at 9 am. it's funny to write this down, just as it would be to write "i'm going to prague this fall to teach english" because i've said it so many times that it no longer has a place in my thoughts. "the eloquence of facts," in writing about my life, is one of polished tedium. i'll have to wake up at 7 30 and try to do something even more difficult than learn a language. i'll have to learn to diagnose all the diverse ways it can be difficult. i'll have to memorize all the inexplicable ditches and half finished bridges that my english mind has paved over and made implicit.

riding home like a demon to see kira was such a fucking joy. i have rarely felt so purposeful. watching the street numbers go down was cinematic, uni-directional, unwavering. it was so simple, i was the bluntest arrow. i had a single thought and left the rest to my legs and so acted purely, with my whole being. i mean, when do i ever get to reduce my purpose in life to "downtown"? it made me totally external, my mind didn't wander, i was exclusively reacting to the physical impediments to "downtown." that getting there was so physically exhausting was the happy reason why i couldnt think. i vividly remember playing piano recitals while thinking about basketball, as if my legs and butt and everything but my hands and arms had been left to their own devices and so encouraged the random thoughts. but on that bike ride, it was my whole physical self, and i guess my brain just fell in step with butt and toes and fingers alike, not getting to chat with any forgotten body part. well, this was overexcited and a bit much.

mh asked me if i'd ever done radio and said i should, would be good, which was flattering and funny.