the talk on tourism in Goa, India

Last night we went to a talk at the Marxist school, and it wasn't any good. The speaker was reading from a paper most of the time, some high school kids behind us were whispering most of the time, and it was difficult to follow the ideas. So I left early for the car. Erik enjoyed it more than I did--he can tune out room noise, and I think he's less uncomfortable on the folding chairs.

It wasn't so good, but it was nice to get out and be among people for an hour.

Now I'm eating spinach and egg burritos, planning a tape for my friend MM, and I'll go to the garden today.