Back from Cambodia

And into ULYSSES.

Tomorrow.

I swear.

Now, some shameless pimping: Amazon has put up one of my short stories, SHALLOW WATER BLACKOUT , a tale about the testosteronic world of bluewater hunting with spearguns.

I found my copy

I found my copy of ULYSSES. It was, of course, right under my nose by the computer.

Drats. Now I have so much catching up to do.

A bad boy

I haven't read my daily three pages in weeks. I'm not even sure where my copy of ULYSSES is. So I offer this instead.

Reading ULYSSES at the police station

Recently I had to renew my driver's license at the Department of Motor Vehicle police station.

Below is the theory of renewal. Like many bureacratic procudures, it looks complicated, but is orderly in its flow of things.




Below is the practice. This is a typical orderly queue in Bali. I stood calmly in the back, reading ULYSSES, knowing that my bribe was working wonders, that I would be soon called to the front to sign the papers and get my photo taken.

New Year's

New Year's Eve party:

Me: Right now I'm reading James Joyce's ULYSSES.

Wine drinker: Never heard of it.

Me: ULYSSES is the DA VINCI CODE of literature.

Wine drinker: I see. (Snatches another glass of red from passing tray)