January 2009
23 posts
pure nostalgia / pure speculation: emil ruder not especially happy about randomized word-cloud generator wordle.
sunday morning electric light orchestra perfectly circular omelette no shower empire no internet
The man unlocking his bicycle in front of the supermarket has bare forearms, this morning. His black leather vest hides the cut-off sleeves of a t-shirt, revealing instead a message of more than meterological importance: Change is in the air.
Blake Bailey’s review of Kafka’s translated Kafka-esque biography brings up a worthy point of contemplation. Is love too much for vegetarians to handle, considering that it is “of the flesh” ?
“Every day fantasies fill my head, for example that I lie stretched out on the ground, sliced up like a roast, and with my hand I am slowly pushing a piece of this meat toward a...
“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
—Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable...
various questions prompted recently by the boy sleeping, irregularly, on the yellow couch in the living room:
- just because it’s “easy” to live somewhere, is that so bad?
- what shape will Obama’s demise take?
- are there aliens?
Two books, one day. The stomach-churning motif of dagger-meets-eye. And when I held the apple-cutting knife too near to the computer screen, my hand trembled.
travel report: British Airways interprets the dietary restriction “vegetarian - asian” as soggy saag paneer with less than curried sweet potatoes. Admittedly, the “naan” was much better than iterations I have chewed variously within Germany. Is demographic food-profiling culturally sensitive or, in fact, the opposite? The flight attendants, all with un-parse-able...
