03 December 1999
on the page...
Chuck Palahniuk's
Fight Club
...yes... just like the movie... I was
shelving it a few week's ago and I couldn't resist...
although I HATE the fact that the cover is the movie
poster... I HATE HATE HATE it when they do that...
another recent read...
Gabriel Garcia Marquez's
Of Love and Other Demons
a
beautiful and intriguing recommendation from Julia... now
I want to dive into more of his work... most of all his
book of stories, Strange Pilgrims.
on my phonograph...
Three new 7" singles that just arrived in the mail
from Darla Records: (1) Cinerama's Pacific/
Kings Cross;
(2) A Brideshead/ Den Baron split; (3) Geoff Farina's Steely Dan/
Fire
a
perfect write-up of the Geoff Farina single on the Darla
Records site: "The songs are like a magnifying
glass, enlarging the obscure and misplaced details of our
lives that don't seem important enough to rescue from
under the cushions." This man is amazing...
fire trucks and other
amusements...
A bright, shiny red fire truck pulls into the MEDITECH
parking circle every day, makes one loop around the
circle, and then leaves. Random. But it happens every
day. No explanation. Todd and I have made it into a
game... who can spot (or hear) the fire truck first? And
speaking of useless games... check out Todd's essay on
some of the other ones we play in his newest cameo...
fascinating...
Michael mailed me a postcard with the following
mysterious message... he always keeps me intrigued...
"There are rare moments when watching a film for the
first time that one gets to experience an unforgettable
cinematic event. Such an experience occurred over the
weekend when I saw Magnolia. The film is
brilliant."
missed opportunity...
My friend, Lucinda Kanani, wrote recently to
tell me who
rocks her world... it reminded me that she's only
as far as Newport, a mere hourish away, and I haven't
made the trip to see her yet... so when I wrote to tell
he that we would go to tea in January, she agreed, but
asked if I knew that they moved to Jacksonville, Florida
in August. I didn't. And now I'm sad and regretful... all
those months of missed opportunities.
in my comment field...
"I'm never going to be famous. My name
will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do
Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I
used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any
more."
Dorothy Parker
on their toes...
I propped a greeting card up on my desk that reads
"Congratulations! You're going places!" just to
keep people around here on their toes and make them
wonder...
it's a date...
Douglas Coupland in the flesh on January 14th...
sweet and lowdown......
What would December be without a new Woody Allen film? I
was 10 minutes late to work this morning because I sat in
my car listening to an NPR interview with Allen...
definitely something to look forward to...
end of an era...
Mark (my brother) and Carrie (my sister-in-law) are
driving up to Boston to pick up the old Sable this
weekend. Though I L.O.V.E my new car to pieces, part of
me is sad to say good-bye. This was the car of high school
car pools to Amahl and the Night Visitors rehearsals and
spontaneous college road trips and fateful chance
encounters. With my new, shiny, teeny-tiny del Sol, I
feel like a grown up... and part of that makes me feel
lost, as if I'm inhabiting someone else's skin.