...took Saturday and Sunday off to read: psychology of biography, poetics of rage, bachelard and blanchot, alice james, still enjoying nick piombino's automatic manifestos, thinking about trevor joyce's spreadsheet lists, wallace stevens, and if that's not enough, I am reading thirteenth century crackers like Joinville writing on Louis IX. Talk about lists. But that's the chore of doctoral work...I must admit that I am enjoying it all, even though I no longer have any real concept of time. I have become very addicted to bananas.