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faint but pursuing
Wednesday, 15 June 2005 10:34 pmGosh-darned 'flu still lingering - currently giving me blocked ears that go "pop" every now and then, rather disconcerting. And still with the snuffling. But my brain generally seems to be emerging from the grip of the grippe, so to speak: I had enough coherence today to actually do some work, and spent a happy few hours noodling around with the paper on Tolkien and fan culture. Going well, apart from the fact that in moments of excitement the pile of books on fan culture will fall down behind my desk, necessitating swearing and scrabbling to retrieve the necessary tomes. Memo to self, must clear desk. Must also get a new screen pronto, this one had a ten-minute fit of fade-to-black this afternoon, producing a visual effect not unlike a black-and-white movie lit and photographed by a severely Impressionist director in a state of angst.
I have finally got around to tackling the huge pile of books I have borrowed from all four corners of Cape Town: yesterday, read Murakami's Hard-Boiled Wonderland. Is it just me, or are all his main characters the same person? Weird sort of flat non-reactiveness to things, made all the more noticeable because the things that happen to Murakami characters are truly, truly odd. I have a sort of feeling that H-B Wonderland would have made more sense if I hadn't been 'flu-ridden, although, this being Murakami, maybe not. Strange sort of Escher-esque mental spaces, inside and outside each other at the same time. Odd book, and haunting me a tad. I think it was the unicorns.
On a not necessarily lighter note, although much more comprehensible one, I have now acquired books 5 to 7 of the Lemony Snicket series, once more crippling my long-suffering credit card. I didn't plan to, honest; I was in Exclusive in Cavendish for the excellent cause of meeting Stace and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starmadeshadow, the purposes being to celebrate the former's birthday. Reason number umpty-whatever for not having kids: a night out with the grrlfriends becomes a High Treat, TM, necessitating organisation days in advance, and the connivance of the husband as baby-sitter. However, very nice dinner. Stace should have birthdays, or at least nights out, more often. I am full of chocolate cake and veal in lemon sauce, and shall trundle bedwards with a Lemony Snicket. It's not a bad life, really.
I have finally got around to tackling the huge pile of books I have borrowed from all four corners of Cape Town: yesterday, read Murakami's Hard-Boiled Wonderland. Is it just me, or are all his main characters the same person? Weird sort of flat non-reactiveness to things, made all the more noticeable because the things that happen to Murakami characters are truly, truly odd. I have a sort of feeling that H-B Wonderland would have made more sense if I hadn't been 'flu-ridden, although, this being Murakami, maybe not. Strange sort of Escher-esque mental spaces, inside and outside each other at the same time. Odd book, and haunting me a tad. I think it was the unicorns.
On a not necessarily lighter note, although much more comprehensible one, I have now acquired books 5 to 7 of the Lemony Snicket series, once more crippling my long-suffering credit card. I didn't plan to, honest; I was in Exclusive in Cavendish for the excellent cause of meeting Stace and
starmadeshadow, the purposes being to celebrate the former's birthday. Reason number umpty-whatever for not having kids: a night out with the grrlfriends becomes a High Treat, TM, necessitating organisation days in advance, and the connivance of the husband as baby-sitter. However, very nice dinner. Stace should have birthdays, or at least nights out, more often. I am full of chocolate cake and veal in lemon sauce, and shall trundle bedwards with a Lemony Snicket. It's not a bad life, really.
