Waxing Grozny

I didn't read much yesterday, enjoyed a healthy discussion about pilot-less cargo flights and the effects if the Karbala mosque bombings with Tim and Ed, the latter graciously loaned me a copy of Finbar Hotel.

I have had curiosity about Samuel Delany for a week now, though I can't appear to shake my phobia of all genre literature. I bought Nina a book in Chicago and am hoping that she has madea serious dent in thus far, just to scout the terrain, you see.

I did read 125 pages of the Fisk this evening. Tomorrow will witness explication.