A semantics of erotics, an exploration of a nation obsessed. Is this the beginning of the end of an entry? I am enjoying another icy morning at my Tully's table overlooking the corner of California and Davis reading Andy Quan and staying away from the office as long as I can. Too too many to dos and too too much upheaval in the world. Oh for some simple eros, some pure passionate compelling distraction to replace a cold winter day with the deep heat of desire.