Fantastic storytelling. Blackswangreen reads like the fountain of thought from a thirteen-year-old with dashes of profound realizations bubbling to the top in the form of short one-liner witticisms.

Lustful urges and raw emotions of an adolescent boy (Jason Taylor) are perfectly expressed through inexplicable and explicit sexual musings involving the girls in his life. The cast of characters is quite large, but entirely familiar. With a unique perspective on life, and great dialog, each of the characters comes into Jason’s world and leads him to further insights about adulthood.

David Mitchell also wrote another great book, Cloud Atlas.

Extreme caution or prudence, the soundest organic health, large hope and comparison and fondness for women and children, large alimentiveness and destructiveness and causality, with a perfect sense of the oneness of nature and the propriety of the same spirit applied to human affairs … these are called up of the float of the brain of the world to be parts of the greatest poet from his birth out of his mother’s womb and from her birth out of her mother’s.

— Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass: The First Edition (1855)

The whole preface (or epic poem?) reads like this. It feels like an overflowing garden of emotion in full bloom.

I don't think anything else I've read is quite like it. Maybe I should make it a mission to read banned books?

It has been a grand total of 5 months of a standing desk. My ankles and knees used to hurt at first and were regularly sore. After a couple months I built up enough muscle to completely counteract the new muscle strain in my knees. Only just a couple weeks ago my ankles became strong enough to no longer feel sore after a long day. From the beginning, however, my back has never felt better, especially when combined with a long night of rest. I don’t see myself going back to a sitting desk ever, if I can avoid it.