Ah, work!

"Work, work, work!" or so goes the refrain of the song sung by the UnderPants Gnomes in South Park. Looking at the sunny world outside, through angled-blinds, I reminisce and fantasize about mountain biking or hiking here right now:



But work must be done. So there.

Right now, I am using a book, The Oxford Companion to Women's Writings in the United States, as reference in a paper I'm writing. I looked at the bookmark, and realized that I purchased this book in the Summer of 2000 in La Jolla, San Diego, at a Crown Books store not too far from where my best friend/mountain biking buddy lived. How time flies...

It was a strange trip; I completed Dostoevsky's Brothers Karamazov in a week; got to know the beach real well; got introduced to Fat Burger joints; traded books with a cute blonde UC San Diego student (her book, The Hundred Secret Senses, by Amy Tan for my Grendel, by John Gardner); and experienced the nightlife of San Diego.

Back to work...

I miss Point Bonita...