I'm looking forward to Astrid and Arlyn's visit on Sunday. Jessel are you coming? I'm sorry I forgot to bring in Last Order sa Penguin from LB. I hope to remember next time. I'm worried that they won't let us out after lunch. I'll just text you guys. I'm glad you made Myke's acquaintance. Roy, Caloy, and Chu was my adoptive circle back in Ateneo. Except for Caloy, they all got to see my cubicle in Los Banos when they went there for Myke's stuff.

Let's see. Before I leave, a few items. Book 21 is A Pedagogy for Liberation which was a dialogue between Ira Shor and Paulo Freire on anti-brick-in-the-wall education. The dialogue format is nice. I'm used to the interview format as in Foucault in Power/Knowledge (if I remember right). Dialogue is good fun. I got so engrossed that I spilled iced tea all over my pancakes in McGonads. And all over the book. It's probably food for the ants now in LB.

Book 22 is Three Great Plays of Euripides: Medea, Hippolytus, Helen as translated by Rex Wagner. Say you you remember Medea? Phil-am theater? Monica even remembers the accent and the actors, features and all. All I could really recall was the morning and the queue. When was that? Six, seven years ago? Damn, I'm getting old. You first though Astrid, and before you, Arlyn, harhar!

Book 23 is A Man For All Seasons by Robert Bolt. The play's about the last years of Sir Thomas More. This play gave me an interesting intertext to The Night Thoreau Spent in Prison. Both were splendid studies of compromise and conviction. However, A Man for All Seasons felt much more grave and the character of Thoreau felt almost chilly contrasted with this take on More. I wish I saw it staged. They staged it here, I know, because I can still play the radio ad in my head. That was back when the William J. Shaw Theater was up. (Have they fixed the place? What's in its place? Repertory calls RCBC home now, I think.)

I hope to see you guys on Sunday, if ever.