Atlanta, GA. Ki's apartment. talk about lazy weekend. i came over, she made me brunch (spanish omelettes), i drank a small pot of coffee, watched "The Sound of Music" (i can't believe i spent 3 hours doing that), worked on the computer, then kiki made me ravioli, then she made me some cake (a buche de noel), she rubbed my sore shoulder, and brought me a coke... full service today. we then drove off to the bookstore and hung out there a while; i checked out the childrens' books and a cycling magazine i haven't seen before called procycling - it's printed in england. good stuff. kevin livingston left the u.s. postal team for an english one. we picked up heras to be armstrong's second hand man (he's a climber which will help lance in the mountains in the Tour) on u.s.p.s. (USPS allegedly paid a million dollars to buy out heras' contract).

came back here, started marking up my books (ki's going to sit my library while i'm in Vietnam, and as we have several duplicate books between our libraries, i wanted to identify everything although kiki assures me that she is intimately acquainted with her books and shall not confuse them). best part of going through my books today was reading the inscriptions from ones given to me as gifts. my uncle tony wrote two of the best - the first is in _the book of music_ where he writes "for hani, because one day your prince will come, and he'll [sic] may say, 'my dear, i only have ears for you.' but don't keep it for yourself. share it with all your sisters!" That was when i was twelve. the other one he wrote was "for hani, so you can say to the other girls, 'my library is bigger than yours!'" Cute, huh?