Until one minute ago I was unaware that this year is the 400th anniversary of Miguel de Cervantes' Don Quixote. Now that I know this, I have yet another pipe dream of a goal for this year: to actually read said book, in Spanish. My mom gave me a copy a while back, and it's daunting, given my poor Spanish. Hell, I can barely get a few pages into modern Spanish novels before I get frustrated with having to consult the dictionary every twenty seconds. That said, maybe going full-bore with Spanish-language literature is what I need; I definitely want to give it a go. When I visit mis padres in Mexico D.F. in a couple months, I will finally find some fuckin' Borges in the native tongue, and that- if not Don Quixote- will tip the scales.

Or so I hope.