regardless of all that...

i had a lovely day yesterday.
it was an unexpected national holiday (i.e. i did not know wednesday was a holiday until late tuesday).
its 'matyrs' day, whatever that means- but the day garang died. so they had festivities at freedom square.

i walked into town (about 40 minutes??), spent some time at freedom square, taking pictures of little kids and the crowd and not understanding a word of what was being said/ sang. and feeling ridiculously short as i always do- average height really is 6ft and i was cheated out of that. then went to lunch at the local ethiop/eritrean restaurant and walked back home.

oh, i read about 460 pages of ayn rand's the fountainhead in one sitting. i love the central love story. i feel like i should love the 'philosophical nature of her writing' but instead i love the simple premise of someone who loves (and lives) life entirely and finds the one complimentary yang.

ah!