today i met tinka and lived. it was unreservedly beautiful out and i basked, bare-armed, in the sun, ten minutes early to our assigned meeting place, with some half-formed notion of spotting her first. of course as soon as i let my guard down, i heard someone greet me by name. crushing: i was hoping the hairdye would serve as something of a disguise ("oh yeah," she deadpanned, "you look like an entirely different person.")

within minutes she'd taken me somewhere i'd never been, a lovely spot of hills and trees orbiting a lake. i got used to her british accent and we discussed politics and dogs and the whole blogging thing until the day grew less friendly and the drunks more loud. she claimed to be an atypical dane, which is vexing: i've had two Conversations with natives, neither of whom views him/herself as normal. well, where are the typical danes then? ... oh right. jutland.
anyway, it was certainly a pleasant way to spend an afternoon in "meat space", as my criminal justice guest-lecturer dubbed the non-worldwideweb-world.

i'm also wearing a thong today, an interesting first experience via heather, who bought andrea and me sets to match one she already had. as ilana put it, indisputably, "you don't scream THONG." heather knew that too, of course, which was one of the reasons she chose them as presents. while i admire that shrewdness on heather's part, i'm not sold on the physical reality of the thing. it makes me more conscious than i like to be of my posterior with which, up til now, i've had a cautious, distant relationship. like with a prison pen-pal.
and does anyone have any suggestions, dammit, as to what i should read next?