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So yesterday, walking home, I managed to be walking on the wrong side of the walk three times--you know, where you end up doing that dodging on-coming pedestrian thing back and forth until someone gives up? Three times. And I was on the right side of the walk, I think. At least, i only had to dodge the three of them. but it was odd. I felt suddenly like I got out of the wrong side of my bed, or something

Oh, the wrongness of this sentence: "After some hesitation the Communist government crushed the student leaders and their supporters with tanks and executions, reaffirming its harsh, authoritarian character." Oh, the wrongness. No mixing literal and figurative images in a text book. Bad person who wrote this. Bad!

And oddly enough, I'm feeling an urge to read non-fiction, something I haven't been interested in since, well, since college, I guess. But the Prague spring really appealed to me when I studied it the first time, and even more so when I realised that my mom was my age when it happened (well, my age when I learned about it). One of her boyfriends in college actually spent his Career Development spring quarter in Prague that year. It's...it's almost thinking about a story, but not quite, and for a time like that, I need to actually do research, so I'll be looking up options on the Boston library site.