August 12, 2011

Slept last night without the fan. Either the night was cooler or I am now fully tropicalized.

Magnetic Field last night: as ever, meeting seldom-seen friends, the most exquisite menu.

Edited R’s book, tedious, but a labor of love. It is in so many ways not what one looks for, but in so many ways holy that one doesn’t know how to approach it, so one does as though one has read nothing before in his life. Beer with R at the Wedge in the afternoon. We watched the great and healing rains blast over the river, flooding everything in an instant. I was happy to be in his company.