This is a first. Blogger is currently working faster than hotmail or gmail, both of which aren't loading at all. I'd write them a letter, but I'd need to open up another e-mail account.

My less boring thoughts lately have mainly been about people greeting people and forming relationships whether or not they care. Yesterday I watched my friend Geoff Hoffman walk through the administration building, going from office to office, chatting people up, asking how they were, listening, responding with sympathy. He would sit down and wait politely for them to get off the phone, and then chat for a few minutes, ask how things were going at the club, whatever. It was genius, it was beautiful, it was inspiring, it was hilarious. He was bumming a cigarette.

If I could ever get to this level of ingenuousness and affability, I would feel a huge load of inadequacy slip off my shoulders. Most of the people here have superb people skills, with varying levels of inauthenticity and shallowness, so I have plenty of models. I would also develop the ability to read people, and would write better characters. So this is all very boogie.

Oh, and a message to Anne: Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan. This is not me asking you to send Blonde on Blonde. This is me asking you to listen to it. I am reading Infinite Jest, as I said I would. Now it is your turn.