so purty, so cold
Writing is stalled out. Need brain food. Reading Rei Terada on affect, and Donna Haraway's Primate Visions. On the burner: the nameless novel, a critical essay about clones and kidneys, Sybil Unrest (The Return of the Jedi) and (may be) a sequel to Salt Fish Girl. You'd think one of them would roll. It's too cold and I've run out of fish crunchies.