Wednesday, April 27, 2011

interstitial


[parental guidance advised]

The title is the title, and I wrote the book, not some goddamned advertising executive or fucking public relations agent, and if I say the title is Memoirs, Revisited, then Memoirs, Revisited it is. There's the homage to Evelyn Waugh in there, and that's pretty damn important, I don't give a rat's ass if Waugh is considered totally inappropriate in this culture of post-Colonial-Marxist-fucking-queer theory that is all anyone wants to read these days. The title could maybe -- and this is a serious maybe -- be slightly altered, perhaps to Memoirs, Revised, or, for the American market, if that comma and word order is too complicated for the ten second mind span that is all that's out there, and if there's a hefty inconvenience fee that is in addition to my royalties, then maybe we can discuss Revised Memoirs.



weather
the heavy hum of thunderstorms

reading
back catalog of Europa Editions. What a find!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

late night words

The hippopotamus, though, was strikingly different. Perhaps it was newer, or younger, but to my eye none of the reasons for the lackluster appearance of the animals would have reflected a too long life in captivity. Rather, what I saw was a jaw of indescribable size yawning open, wider and wider, wide enough to accommodate my baby brother and myself and even our little dog Fritz, even though we had left the little dog at home, in accordance with our uncle's wishes for this outing. That wide open mouth was filled with teeth the size of billiard balls, colored the off-white of wild beasts but not yet darkened by age, and within the cavernous mouth was a tongue that was as menacing as the teeth.




reading
The city & the city / China Miéville

weather
wind! wind! wind!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

patience

Sitting in the room, the walls obscured by dusk, the chair illuminated by the lamp, a mug of tea grown cold and a novel forgotten on the table. There are other novels that could be read, the text searched for the hook of meaning and motion that grabs at the mind and won't let go, but the forgotten novel holds its place firmly against competition, even though it is not particularly compelling or well written. It is, in the semi-darkened room, the object most notable, for being put aside.




reading
Tony Hiss has good things to say, he just says them really awkwardly.

weather
the first leaves on trees! Come on, spring, you can do it!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

coup d'état

If I had my way, part of the coming of age process of acquiring a drivers license and registering to vote would also include formal instruction in scuba diving and simple mechanics and parachuting and stunt performing, and every fifteen years workshops on stone carving, map reading, and marionette puppetry would be compulsory.

If I had my way, jobs whose sole purpose was to manage and create work for another person to then manage and process would be tied to activities that accomplished something concrete, be it baking bread or folding interoffice memorandum into origami animals, and patriotic holiday parades would incorporate not only marching bands and flag waving politicians, but also waltzing, hovercraft riding, and tug of war competitions between legal parties to decide the outcomes of non-criminal court cases.



reading
USA Road Atlas!!! National Park Guides!!!
hooray for Google's collaborative maps function!

weather
yes, it's here : kayak season!