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Pynchon follow-up
Thinking of the Chums of Chance and their airship the Inconvenience, I imagine the silly airship of the Drei Knäbchen (jung, schön, hold, und weise) in Ingmar Bergman's 1975 film version of Mozart's Magic Flute (Trollflojten, as Bergman titled it). -
sick at home
I caught the no-good very bad sick of the bronchials that Xen had last week. Came down with it starting last tuesday and it really developed into something horrible saturday.
But I was able to finish the second half of Against the Day. It was stupendous, maybe as good as Mason & Dixon, completely blows Gravity's Rainbow out of the skies. -
elaichi
I love cardamom. It's been awhile since I've reveled in it, though. For some reason I'd been shying away from using it, thinking it too strong. But ( Read more... ) -
in the middle of the night
I wake up while hauling myself into a sitting position with my hands together, elbows slightly bent. Tracking the progress of some shadow in the dark room, I shout BOOM. I regained waking control over my arms at that point and did not pantomime the recoil.
I don't think I was convincing enough to have shot anything.
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the price of a signature
The bookstore and I exchanged emails this morning. They believe that "Amazon have made a catalogue err". Since it's already come across the pond, they want to simply credit me a few dollars. Thereby pricing J.G.Ballard's signature at approx USD 6.75, while he's alive. -
huge breakfast
I just made a gigantic amount of chilaquiles. What a perfect breakfast dish ( Read more... ) -
So much for milk's claim to immortality.
I have just discovered that I lost a very nice piece of cheese that I was expecting to eat for lunch today.
Yes, the office fridge was cleaned and my wedge of Dutchman's Flat, which was clearly marked with my name, was tossed, likely on account of the interior ash line. -
leaves
Spent part of the morning walking between Saluthaus, Fuel Cafe, and (a long loop to) the Alberta Co-op. Named each of my feet after a Soviet icebreaker (left was christened Александр Ярославич Невский; on the right was 50 лет Победы) and plowed through the piles of leaves on the sidewalk. At a couple of intersections I turned around and scuffed ( Read more... )
