Wandering is what I’ve taken up as my task for today. I needed some time away from the writing and noticed the power was out this morning, so I just got out of the house early and wandered down the hill. I ended up walking through the area where a lot of Tibetan families live, and saw the funniest game of cricket beng played by a bunch of local boys, including a teenaged monk in his monastic robes. I think I’m going to try to get down the hill into Dharamsala proper and get me one of those funny metal …

Yes, in a weird turn of events, I was casting about on how to out certain things that are going on in the background of my novel. I was frustrated, and flipping through a book by a certain Chomsky fellow (calm down, John Wendel, hahaha)and I arrived at the perfect character, except he’s a Kurd, and I know only enough to know that a Kurdish terrorist character would perfectly fit the weird turn of events that I’m writing into the background of my novel. He’s the guy I need to open up the third of three big bad things in …

I am so glad Bruce Sterling gets drunk and goes websurfing. The stuff he blogs when he’s sober is pretty good too. Go and see for yourself…

Yes, I named my Mr. Picassohead Creation after a Belle&Sebastian song. And now, so can you. You’re still really weird, Adam. In a good way. Put away that… what the hell kind of weapon is that, anyway? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

I’m certainly doing better than I was yesterday. I ran into a bunch of people I knew, all together, and I really wanted to go out with them, but I was feeling so ill I warned them away, telling them I was sick sick sick and that they’d best stay clear. (Jerome, the French artist I know and see around once in a while, shook hands with me anyway, and I sternly advised him to wash his hand.) It was awful, awful, awfulawful. I took a taxi home though it wasn’t dark yet, and simply lay down and read one …