14 February 2000
on the page...
Haruki Murakami's
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
Why does
no one believe that I actually like this book?
in my cd player...
Elliott Smith
Either/Or
The more I listen, the more disappointed I am at missing the opportunity
to see him in Washington D.C. and Boston.
the case of the missing staples...
The newest game in town... Todd's been stealing the staples
out of Phil's stapler. You see, Phil is one of those slams-his-fist-down-on-the-harmless-
stapler types. Todd and I are committed stapler-activists on a mission. Although removing
the staples doesn't stop Phil's fist-slam attack... we do derive great pleasure in knowing
that he's been foiled once again.
v-phobia...
Jeffrey called in sick today. He's completely phobic of all the tokens of affection delivered
to our offices on Valentine's Day. He does this every year... stays home cowering in the bathtub with
all of his clothes on like John Mahoney in Say Anything. (...not really... but I couldn't resist
that imagery again and I know he'll appreciate it.)
radical pamphleteers unite...
Time spent with Julia is always invigorating... even when we're both sleepy and day-dreaming. There's
so much sub-text that it's difficult to remain focussed on the conversation. I always walk away with
a feast for thought.
in my comment field...
"Though I drew this conclusion, now it draws me."
... Friedrich Nietzsche
occupational hazard...
Julia caught me straightening the books of the shelves of the Dartmouth bookstore. She slapped my
hands and told me to stop before I even realized what I was doing. The two bookstores we wandered into
were actually the first bookstores I've ventured into since starting to work at Wellesley
Booksmith. It was a nice change... particularly all the used books crammed onto the shelves
at Left Bank Books. I bought a new McInerney (to replace a lost one), a Hesse, and a Kundera... all
for $13.00.
passenger time...
I couldn't understand why Howard was so keen on arranging a ride from his house in Long Beach to Michael's
wedding in L.A. When he responded that he was trying to get me "passenger time", because so rarely
do people who live alone get any passenger time, my heart just melted. It's the most thoughtful thing on the
most unique level.
W-ASH-ING-TON-baby-D.C....
It's a whirlybirthdayweekend for me and Erika in D.C. She's made our reservations a *surprise* and it excites
me so. I emailed her the following in 36pt Verdana Bold: "I LOVE BIRTHDAY SURPRISES" Can't wait.