The weekend was eggs-on-car-hood-not-fried-but-burned-completely and this entire week is supposed to be don’t-touch-the-pavement-with-bare-feet-unless-you’re-a-shaman.

Perhaps the summer prognosis.

I did fine with it. I found sun screen that smells ok and the idea of liquid armor is nice. I played some soccer and drank about 2 liters of water during that process. I trained muay thai outside with a small group and an hour of that was enough for me.

Sunday I wrote for a few hours and got somewhere for once. It required about a liter of peach green tea and no-AC shirtless sweat-puddle typing. The best kind.

Oh, I have great AC. It’s that it’s not conducive to sumer writing. Sweat, sip, type, re-read, sip, sweat. It’s like that. And it’s good. Don’t get up until there’s an actual puddle underneath you and you’ll feel great about it all afterwards.

(But clean that up, especially if you have wood floors).

One of my friends just took an assistent professor position at the University of Hawaii. I guess her 7 year PhD paid off. Holy smokes. Includes faculty housing in Waikiki. She studied how children learn math and can now spend the rest of her life teaching that. IN HAWAII.

Come back later tonight or tomorrow morning for a full post with cool pictures I grabbed yesterday and last night in deep, dark, incredible and fantastic Chinatown, including some night shots from the roof of the Confucius building (I can’t reveal the means by which I was up there, nor who I was with, but it was awesome, and the people who run Chinatown *really* run Chinatown.)

So check it later.