Strolling around the new neighborhood today, I stopped at one of the local bookstores and bought Leroy V. Quintana's the Great Whirl of Exile. I've always enjoyed his work and his ability to capture a person or idea in just a few short lines. Also spent some time (didn't purchase though) reading Rae Armatrout, Cavafy, and fingered through a few pages of a Robinson Jeffers bio under the watchful eyes of the clerk. Before I left I practically had to pry six books out of my hands with a crowbar--another day, dude, another day.
With the Ipod set to Nortec Collective, and in near perfect weather, I returned to my new place.