wickedflea | (no subject) (Reply)

Nice afternoon. Lazed around and read a bit for a while. I'm finally starting the latest Tom Robbins novel, Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates. It came out a couple of years ago, but I just never got around to it. I haven't actually read any Robbins in more than ten years. In 1991-92 I sped through everything he'd published at that point. I was in a fairly good apce (to use pop-psych-speak) despite being drunk as a skunk, and it was the perfect stuff for the mood I was in. I was in jr. college and kicking ass in all my classes, and it was some time before I got severly depressed. By the time his next novel, Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas, came out in 1994, I wasn't much in the mood for playful nuttiness. Songs of the Doomed was more my speed when I was reading at all, which wasn't often.

Then I checked out West Rock, one of the two mountain ridges in New Haven. The other is called, strangely enough, East Rock.

New Haven skyline from the top of West Rock.