Sleeping in

Lying in bed scooping a little more sleep into my bowl, like soup until the soup goes cold and starts to overflow onto the table. There’s the metal of the ladel and it clinks as a thin carrot wedge rotates past following the current toward the table edge.

x-post: Reactionary Dander

All this prurient Pynchon appears to have nudged me into a reactionary dander. Read the results (“The Mainstreaming of Vice“) over on the mighty, the mighty, the mighty Edgewise. Unless you’re intimidated by my clear-thinking, straight-shooting, uninhibited sense of moral superiority. In which case, you know. It’s cool.