stop making sense

Reading "The Practice of Everyday Life" by Michel de Certeau based on a friend's recommendation. The argument for human creative sovereignty in the face of mass consumption and production is warm and optimistic. The writing is deeply poetic and precise.

I've recently come into experiencing good reggae music, and I hope to begin a modest but meaningful collection of it. I bought an album yesterday that is very good.

Went out last night, to Toby's with Valentine, and then to Victory Cafe, and then to Sneaky Dee's. Met some new people, which was very nice. If summer is this way, I won't mind it at all.