So this weekend I did a small amount of work, finally experienced Akira Kurosawa's The Seven Samurai (I'd seen Rashomon before, so I wasn't a complete Kurosawa virgin), read China Mieville's excellent debut novel King Rat, did a prodigious amount of hammering on the new site for Tohubohu, and spent a few hours in the Chicago Museum of Contemporary Art, where I conducted a dry run of the media experiment I posted about last week. It's no wonder, then, that I should be waking up tired – but I am, boy, am I tired. And, as always, miles to go before I sleep. (Not that sleep is actually doing much good lately. Yeesh.)