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rainy picnic

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2012.07.03

We had a picnic with Chinese and Korean food in the back yard of some friends, tonight - hiding from darkening rainclouds we did okay.

The star of the show was a wine from California nicknamed "Two-Buck Chuck". It's damn fine wine, though it sells for $2 a bottle. Confused? Wikipedia seems to have a lot to say but it doesn't get any clearer.

Also, I think I've found my bike. A week or two of off and on shopping and riding various models has currently led me to this:

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov