Just arrived tonight in Scottsdale for PC Forum. The air smells beautiful around here -- sage? -- and there is a fantastic waterfall in the middle of the hotel, modelled after Aztec pyramids.

Forgot my bathing suit -- again!!

Also forgot to bring the book I was reading at home, Women's Writing in Contemporary France. And had nothing to read on the plane! Unthinkable. So I bought The Master by Colm Toibin at the airport bookstore. It's a fictionalization of Henry James's latter years, and so far it is beautiful and sad.

LINK | 10:01 PM | TB

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