As long as I have money for iced chai, friends who let me borrow their wi-fi strong laptops, nice weather and optimism I think I'll be set.

Yesterday I biked to the library and paid off my two year old fine. Thats right I hadn't been back to the library since I racked up the $11.20 fine two whole years ago. Well I finally figured out that swallowing my pride and paying off that fine would be cheaper than buying the books that I needed for book club and in these times off vacation (I really mean unemployment, but I'm feeling like a vacation more than that) I need to be even a bit more cautious with my cash flow than usual. So I checked out the books that I needed, The Butterfly and the Diving Bell and Tropic of Cancer. I'm halfway through Tropic of Cancer, so far I'm finding it a masturbatory romp through Paris - and when I say that what I reallly mean is that all Henry Miller wants to talk about are "cunts" and his sexual exploits he has with them, usually abusive on both sides (but if it is abusive on both sides is it really abusive? or maybe he just writes it that it seems that the women seem to be using him as much as he and his fellows use them, definately not trusting this narrator, plus he is so crude in his references to women only once have they been referred to as women - the rest is all in dehumanizing "cunts" and "lays" etc... only good for sex and whoring) and the fact that he is always hungry - literally - and yet will sometimes refuse the meals that his compatirots offer him or complain that they didn't offer. Often times I find myself laughing at the book and at him, this Henry Miller. I laugh at him, not with him. I am however finding some kernals of truths as one should find in fiction in the book as well. In fact my favorite passage so far has been a paragraph describing how a man was looking over Paris and he could tell from the look in the man's eyes that Paris, in all it's dirt, poorness, and lavish extravagances belonged to this man. That I believed - because I felt that in Paris and I often feel that here in Minneapolis.

I'm now wishing Galooney's had wi-fi... Getting a little hungry and the sandwiches here are a bit more than I want to spend on... hmmm. Might have to drive up that way (I figured biking with someone elses laptop might not be the best choice). The music in here though reminds me of high school and in that good way - a bit of foo fighters, live, pearl jam and others that I could sing along to and know all the words, but really I have no idea who is singing. oh my dog... nirvana!