we went to a party at a house on st. charles, and saw endymion and bacchus. janie was way way into it for a while, then got overwhelmed and retreated. we got all kinds of cool beads. i guess it's temporary or perverse: people are happy here. i'm happy here. this morning me and jane took a walk over to lake pontchartrain and watched the gulls and ducks. there were no cars on the street, no kids on the sortafuckedup playground. jack told me that this is the center of the universe and he wouldn't be anywhere else. i ntend to take a harmonica and a deck of cards and busk the quarter today. i spent a year making a living as a busker in the london underground, but i feel that this professor gig has made me fat and stupid.