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foxtongueGood morning to the new lunar year. On the Chinese calendar it's my year, the year of the Dog.
The roof of my mouth feels lightly of electricity. Yesterday was falling backward, a door opening accidently, opening onto a room full of people I never see and don't think about often enough. I have a new ring, a silver thing like the branch of a mother of pearl tree. I have eyes too open to see sleep properly. The parade through China Town was extremely beautiful. Ray and I bought explosive paper twists, you throw them to the ground and they spark and bang. I fell in love all over again every time I dropped one to the pavement. I took a slew of incredibly colourful pictures, but I will upload them later, when I am not rushing against the time I need to be at work.
She retrieved a clove cigarette from her purse and put it to her lips. I hurriedly offered her a light with my lighter.
"I want to sleep with you," she said.
So we slept together.
-Haruki Murakami
"This General Motors Futurliner was one of only 12 such vehicles ever built. They were introduced in 1940 as part of GM's "Parade of Progress," spun out of the 1933-34 World's Fair, themed "A Century Of Progress." There are nine known Futurliners that have survived. Three are in operating condition, including this 1950 model which sold at an auction last week for US$4,320,000."
Vintage UK electronics ads.
The day before yesterday, I felt like terrible company. Saturday night I simply crashed. Blearily I answered the phone a couple times, tried to wake up enough to get myself together enough to go to dinner with my friend, failed, and finally closed my eyes. There was a knock on the door a little past midnight, Andrew and Ian to pick up some electronics pieces, and a bit later, Matthew to tuck me in, but no one stayed and I fell back into uncomplicated darkness, tangling my ferret in my hair and forgetting to dream.
The roof of my mouth feels lightly of electricity. Yesterday was falling backward, a door opening accidently, opening onto a room full of people I never see and don't think about often enough. I have a new ring, a silver thing like the branch of a mother of pearl tree. I have eyes too open to see sleep properly. The parade through China Town was extremely beautiful. Ray and I bought explosive paper twists, you throw them to the ground and they spark and bang. I fell in love all over again every time I dropped one to the pavement. I took a slew of incredibly colourful pictures, but I will upload them later, when I am not rushing against the time I need to be at work.
She retrieved a clove cigarette from her purse and put it to her lips. I hurriedly offered her a light with my lighter.
"I want to sleep with you," she said.
So we slept together.
-Haruki Murakami
"This General Motors Futurliner was one of only 12 such vehicles ever built. They were introduced in 1940 as part of GM's "Parade of Progress," spun out of the 1933-34 World's Fair, themed "A Century Of Progress." There are nine known Futurliners that have survived. Three are in operating condition, including this 1950 model which sold at an auction last week for US$4,320,000."
The day before yesterday, I felt like terrible company. Saturday night I simply crashed. Blearily I answered the phone a couple times, tried to wake up enough to get myself together enough to go to dinner with my friend, failed, and finally closed my eyes. There was a knock on the door a little past midnight, Andrew and Ian to pick up some electronics pieces, and a bit later, Matthew to tuck me in, but no one stayed and I fell back into uncomplicated darkness, tangling my ferret in my hair and forgetting to dream.
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Date: 2006-01-30 06:53 pm (UTC)Barring that, I'll get my own train. A grandly streamlined Art Deco one. Yes indeed.
I hate car shopping.
I like electronics bits.
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Date: 2006-01-31 09:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 07:00 pm (UTC)i love the UK electronics ads. thanks for posting that.
-mr. paunchy middle aged man child.
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Date: 2006-01-31 09:58 am (UTC)i had you specifically in mind when i decided to pass those on. glad they hit the intended mark.
~ms. going to see afrikaa soon
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Date: 2006-01-31 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 07:01 pm (UTC)It's been interesting watching entry style evolve over the last year or so.
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Date: 2006-01-31 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 09:59 am (UTC)When shall we get together?
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Date: 2006-01-30 08:18 pm (UTC)Since I read Sputnik Sweetheart.
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:02 am (UTC)... & I'm terribly sorry, but I don't recall who you are? Am I simply too exhausted for thought or have we actually never been introduced?
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Date: 2006-01-31 11:10 am (UTC)I followed a link from from
I have read some of the short stories - the ones collected in The Elephant Vanishes (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0679750533/qid=1138704946/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-1291473-5438202?n=507846&s=books&v=glance) and The Second Bakery Attack and Sleep were my favourite stories.
If you've never read a novel by Murakami, I suggest Norwegian Wood (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0375704027/qid=1138705546/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/103-1291473-5438202?s=books&v=glance&n=283155) or The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0679775439/qid=1138705606/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/103-1291473-5438202?s=books&v=glance&n=283155). Murakami tends to tackle a lot of the same themes, alienation and isolation, feelings of being lost in a strange and confusing world. Norwegian Wood is the first book I have read by Murakami that leaves out his normally blatant surrealism, while at the same time maintaining the sense that something oddly supernatural is going on. I liked it a lot. Wind Up Bird goes for the jugular on the bizarre though, and is such an enormous sprawl of a book, it has everything in there. So, both are recommended.