the love of a blue bone. oh i finished desert notebooks. i am somewhat goaded by my own queue. before i get to the end i get fustrated how slow i am and how the author goes on, not always sometimes i want the author to go on and i'm a bit disconsolate. so i start claire messud, her autobiography. talking bout the death of the future which could mean resistance and perhaps revolution, at least the dismantling of the lie of democracy and progress. today began with a blue bone and we were quite pleased.