Among the many responsibilities of Agnes's job this summer was the task of attending to 8 college-age kids from Shanghai who were part of a summer program at UT. They all came over to the homestead on Friday night and we manufactured and then ate spring rolls. At some seminal moment in the evening they discovered my cache of neglected Chinese study materials and proceeded to quiz me on chengyu's (chinese aphorisms) for about a half an hour, deriving great enjoyment from the fact that I recalled something on the order of 10%. White folks speaking Chinese continues to be one of the most entertaining sites for Chinese folks it seems. The summer has been lazy and I must say Austin is the best place I've encountered to pass time in such a way. Days on end have been passed at Barton Springs and Hamilton Pool, soaking in deep the profound radiation that permeates a Texas summer. There has been much ado about the current cohabitation situation of myself, Aga, Cristen, Kasia, and her stallion of a man from Ireland, Stephen. Living with five people in a 3-br house can at times generate a certain novel type of honesty. As there is little opportunity to look away from the qualities of those you are co-habitating with, their persona is something that you can be less selective about viewing and the full-spectrum begins to enter the picture. Still, I prefer knowing folks as they are rather than as I would have them be.
I just finished reading Murakami's
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World and would recommend it to any and all that are appreciate cyberpunk culture, post-modern philosophy, surrealism, or detective novels. Yes, it really does have something for everyone.