My first entry.  I'm sitting here watching Stranded starring Vincent Gallo.  I just got home from seeing a friend's band play.  The pool was open at my building for the first time this year today and so I went for a swim.  That was my day.

A friend just gave me a copy of Paul Auster's latest novel Sunset Park.  I think I'll start reading it soon.  He's the American answer to Haruki Murakami and I don't say that lightly.  Nobody does post-modern existential surrealism better, at least not in this country.  But that doesn't quite cover the extent of what Auster does.  The difference in scope between The New York Trilogy and Brooklyn Follies is staggering- its almost hard to believe its the same author.

Time for bed.  I keep meaning to start working on my lucid dreaming.