I've primarily been reading medical research, Quanta Mag, and essays by Ursula K. Le Guin this week, though I also just started Vladimir Nabokov's Pale Fire, which is one of those books I've been meaning to read for, you know, years. In terms of non-hermit behaviors, Daniel and I went to Deborah Reed's release reading for her newest novel, The Days When Birds Come Back. I met Deborah at Pacific (she was finishing, I was starting), and she's so funny and wonderful and brilliant (her writing is also wonderful and brilliant, but more, um, devastatingly heartbreaking than humorous, typically). I got her book AND a hug. She's one of the people I wish I could see more often.
Lots of goofy art for you today, from over the past few days. In order of their creation: