I am ending (or beginning) the day, at 1-2 AM reading. My legs are experiencing some major DOMS from the workout Chuanyuan and I did yesterday. I had a 20 minute video saved in a playlist and it was far more rigorous than I remembered. Perhaps that’s my out of shape form simply recoiling form the recent lack of activity. All I know is that it was very hard for me to get up from the bean bag chair, or even comfortably walk, so I took advantage of being on the floor.
I read through the texts EJ Hill provided our class, writings concerning pedagogy, punk perspectives on learning, and the need to dismantle and reconfigure the way in which the education system operates. Pretty fitting material regarding the current circumstances (but fitting always). Then I started reading Volume I of Anais Nin’s published diary. I’m already hooked. Now, for a compilation of the day through photos. I am very worn out and feel too many words will sour this recollection (and the minor discoveries therein).
Heh, I wish.
Got a bunch of easy to drink beer delivered and had it with my dinner.
Goodnight.
p.s. Someone is doing burnouts nearby, I hear them piercing through the quiet of the night, and I wish I could see it.