Owwww, my brain.

My work at this point consists of finding references to one poet in countless books, then deciding whether to photocopy them, summarize them in English or just write them down in Russian. I still have no idea why this guy was so freaking great. Depending on who you ask, he was a literary genius, was a total hack, cheated at cards or shot bunnies.
Speaking of bunnies, I think I've been communing with nature a lot more recently. Yesterday a squirrel was doing that cute acorn-chewing thing squirrels do, and he was like six inches from me. And then today, passing underneath a tree, a bird whistled down what I could swear was that tune Daryl Hannah whistled in the first Kill Bill movie. You know, "Weet woo, weet weet woo..." Wow, that looks silly written down. But it's damn close to what the bird was singing. Guess I should shut my windows when I go to sleep tonight.
Yesterday, in an attempt to get acclimated to my new vehicle and to the roads in the Los Angeles County area, I decided I would explore, intentionally get myself lost, then find my way back. Needless to say (remember, I get lost in dorms sometimes) I was just too good at it. I wound up in some random industrial area, then in a neighborhood that looked exactly like the one from the movie "Friday." I passed a hideously out of tune ice cream truck--good to know those still exist. I wound up back in one piece (and with boba!) but the next time I explore, I vow that I will have the slightest idea where I'm going. Maybe.