One of the really great aspects of vacationing in friends’ apartment is going through their bookcases. In this case, this is a little like reading boingboing on paper – and discovering small treasures such as Calvin Trillin’s American Stories. A collection of New Yorker articles that never, ever would have been published in a Norwegian magazine on account of being more than 10000 characters long.
Anyway, it is now noon and all I have done so far is read while the family is waking up (some of them returning from an early morning shopping jaunt.) This is life.