i finished mondrian. i learned he wasn't like the myth, that he loved monk and he loved to boogie into the night, though his body was in trouble, and that he was more interested in feeling his way than schools or theories. he was a serious and anarchic soul.

i have to return remaking the exceptional, tea, torture, and reparations, chicago to guantanamo unread. i'm glad it exists and other people can read it. 

i'm dipping into bilbao new york bilbao now.

oh happy groundhog.