We're all slowly adjusting to being back at home. Lester has a lot of pin feathers, and it's too cold to give him a bath, which means he's been getting extra head scratches and preening--not that he minds.
Beyond cooking, food, and fluffing around, there's not much happening, and that's fine with me. I'm working up to a post on Jennifer Moxley's The Middle Room and perhaps a paragraph on Lester and post-structural Wittgenstein.
And also how many designs from McSweeney's were featured in the recent Print magazine annual.
And also about how Peter Gizzi is the new poetry editor for The Nation, which most of you probably already know.
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It's snowing.
And that's the best thing going on.
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