bloody knuckles
i sit in the Fortress of Solitude, killing time that should rightfully be devoted to the study of Chinese in advance of my weekly Chinese quiz. my final class of the day had the unusual effect of putting me in a better mood than i had been before i went in. in the final 45 minutes though the professor's sonorous Australian voice lulled me into a somewhat zombified state. not altogether unpleasant, but i am somewhat at a loss about what his commentary on the relation between the advent of Christian thought in Japan and Korea and the attendant relationship with Nationalism in those countries. afterwards had dinner and a great German Pilsner with a friend i don't know especially well, but who provided me with some very valuable counsel on long-running issues which have been of concern to me. in another few hours i go to my friend's (punk rock) band's show, at a venue a block away from my office. (hence my decision to not bother going home at all) he has been hounding me about attending for a month, threatened to "eat one of my textbooks" if i did not show, and furthermore offered to buy me a beer if i did.
the parade of metaphors ends now.
the parade of metaphors ends now.