little bear at the little libeary. i'm eating cold leftovers. i haven't got out of bed ncept for to go to the front desk to retrieve pie left by mary sweet. the word of the day is quondam—belonging to some prior time. that gets it today, i gotta praise the word pickers. i'm trying to extricate my head from the fossilized past. don't want to get bogged in previously spent fossil fuel. funny thing is i'm not even really consciously thinking of the past (much) but it's still tweaking my thought. i finished surrender it was good. surrender is this ecosexual gathering which i could not join but can totally relate. now i'm staring kraft but slow. kraft is flying to l.a. from germany to an essay contest on the theme of whatever is, is right. that gets it now too, because what else can it be, so maybe the book is right.