23.X.2001 :::: 23.11

(i wrote this, too.)

i called bean at work today to ask her what we should have for dinner, & when she picked up the phone she said, "are you calling because howard finster died?" & because i had not known about it, everything stopped for a little bit of a second, a tiny glitch.

my head is reeling from taking turns reading about cognitive science & reading melodramatic, simple love poems in spanish.

today on the phone i thought we would talk about this weird distance, this tori-singing-�china� kind of distance, but we only skirted around it, instead.