Theory and practice

So, had lunch at Cafe Swish with K on Thursday. It was very pleasant...a relaxed chat and a meal, a short walk in Riverside Park afterwards to aid digestion, and so forth. Short it was, because it's bloody cold right now; the wind from off the Hudson is not one you want to stand around in for very long. Party tomorrow night downtown, to which we're both going, as I think I've mentioned.

Been reading Michel Foucault's The History of Sexuality (insert gag as appropriate) as part of the theory course and have been pleasantly surprised; it's almost approaching readable, and certainly provides some interesting and thought-provoking material.

One stray thought...there are a lot of people talking to themselves on the streets of New York. Nothing new there, perhaps, but what with the iPods and hands-free mobile sets, plus all the wannabe rappers busting out their lyrics as they walk or work their day job at the 7-11, it's not at all easy to work out who's up with the latest fashions and who's simply deranged.