11 January 2000
on the page...
Haruki Murakami's
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
in my cd player...
Magnetic Fields
69 Love Songs
I've
had these 3 CDs in constant rotation in my car for two
weeks now. Bliss.
in the del sol...
two guys,
a girl,
chinese take-out,
cibo matto,
a gear shift in neutral,
and a number of secrets
plethora of verbiage...
Y'all know the most delightful words . Multitudes of
thanks for sharing them with me. Painting begins this
Sunday and will likely last for weeks upon weeks. It's an
ongoing project... so it's never too late for words on a
whim.
coupland update...
So the reading is
this Friday... already. I think I'd rather have the
anticipation than the cold reality. Apparently his
publicist called Jim (our Event's Director) with his list
of requests: specific drinks, pieces of fruit, and not to
have to speak to anyone before the reading. Which is
actually good, since my two solid months of preparation
has left me with little more than a few vowel sounds.
in my comment field...
"Occasionally, I'm callous and
strange."
Willow Rosenberg
Okay...
Willow quotes abound right now because insomnia has left
me with lots of extra Buffy: Season III
catching-up time.
the window seat...
Slick and shiny raindrops against a hazy
slate dusk. Nothing better.