A tiny bottle of Russian vodka. I like little bottles, they look so nice and dignified. Especially coloured ones. It’s beside my PC. It looks satisfied there.
Saturday night halfway through a game of Pictionary at Gari’s annual CAM party, I heard a sophomore say, “Print is dead.”
If print is dead, then why did she have a “How to Build Effective Websites” book in her hand?
Exactly my point.
People I don’t personally know have been asking me questions. I’ll answer some. What is :
 The last record I’ve purchased? Been singing Island in the Sun nonstop. |
 The last book I’ve read? I finished it last night, or rather, this morning. |
 The first thing I see in the morning? It’s such a nice picture, and it’s stuck on my computer monitor. |
 What do I loathe? You dare ask me. |
| The latest gift I’ve received? Just yesterday night at Kilimanjaro, over the Ethiopian coffee I was thoughtfully brooding over, my friend Honey wrote something down on a tissue for me. I like it very much. I like these sort of things. |
Well, I don’t know if the vodka counts as my latest gift… and anyway, I can’t scan it.
