I have no idea why pushing round things with pointy wooden things on a green fuzzy thing is so fun, but it is. And I have no idea why my ability to push them around well should matter to me, but the thought did pop into my mind that I should get better at it. I think that if I could understand why these things are fun I could get a PhD in a different department from the one that I’m in.

The theater department at Berkeley had a booksale where everything was $1. And so, after a self-imposed abstinence from the pleasure of buying books I went and bought not one, not two, but 17 books related to the theater. The trick is now to find a place in my bookshelf for them, since it’s completely full.

After the booksale I went for lunch, which was large and full of potatoes. After that I went to a reception for the groundbreaking of a new bioengineering building — since the Governor was attending, the catering was a notch or two above the Safeway carrot-and-celery platter. And they had Bogle wine, which I rather like.

Between all this buying and eating and eating I felt like I had expanded to epic proportions. The food will go away. But I think it’s high time I started the purge cycle of my reading bulemia…