Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup --
Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup

Internet Explorer is GOOD for your baby! Um. No, it really really ain't. No baby of mine gonna go out in public without a good solid dose of tabbed browsing, I tell you. Mozilla Mamas for Mentomeckelian Mulishness! So anyway. I'm here. I've got a place to stay the month at, a shiny new little snapping silver cel phone (917 576 4989), and a disposition that could melt storm clouds into sugar water. Laws, but it's exciting. My glorious girl took me out for authentic city pizza last night, and tomorrow I'm gonna get me a PO Box to plaster on my resume. You want a good omen? Ok, remember me mentioning Street of Crocodiles? Ever since seeing the animation, I've wanted to read the book. I've tried every library and practically every bookstore in Montana, but no one seemed to have it or even to have heard of it. I walk into the room I'm gonna be staying in for the first week (I'm subletting from two Columbia grad students, a creative writing major from North Carolina and a dramaturgy major from Australia. But the latter's gone right now, and the former's going on the 15th, at which point I switch rooms.) and there the damn thing is, on the bedside table. And, what's better, its owner seems the type who wouldn't mind if I borrowed and read it, ever so gently. So yeee! Plus, there's internet. Dunno whose (it's called "Turtle") or how long I'll be able to use it, but that's the lovely thing about wireless access. It's so fickle and invisible and all. So. I gotta feed myself and do a little laundry sometime between now and doomsday, but right now I'm just reveling. Life is fantastic. _ respond?