
At first Monkey is this party crashing oaf that is pretty annoying but with amazing magical powers that he learned from a zen master so there is enough fighting to keep the interest up but then there are these profound (and somethings pithy) statements that would shape the zeitgeist of the country: "Such blank scrolls are the true scriptures." I really liked this statement which focuses on the interplay of silence and spirit. The repetition of water as a force both as an obstacle and an element from rebirth is a nice touch also.
Overall, the other members seemed like great fun; the discussion never got too deep but I'm not sure it really needs to: as Monkey-Squirrel has said, "It's the common experience that counts" - to top it off, people brought Chinese food to eat, peaches to snack on, and Tsing-Tao to drink. I can't wait for next month.
On the train ride back home, I read Lethem's 55-page short story, This Shape We're In. I'm not sure that it's a great or even good book and it doesn't really have the great description that I've come to love from Lethem - it has an interesting comment on the post-downfall of America and the interplay of sex and violence but ultimately lacks focus which is almost absolutely critical for a short story.