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And finally he gets to the obligatory quarterlifing
Although, really, it hasn't been quite as bad lately, due to greater excitement (read: stress, but closer to eustress than distress, most days, anyway) at work. After all, who would have time to worry about such vague fluffy things like a sneaking sense of directionlessness, or a lack of perceived agency, or the feeling that the past twenty-three ( Read more... ) -
1Q84
In a pleasant post-Murakami-novel daze. I'm trying to resist the usual urge to go out and read reviews. It seems now that that would just be me sparing myself the effort of framing my thoughts about the book for myself. I intend to do so some time soon, perhaps even in tomorrow's morning journal entry, I don't know ( Read more... ) -
Nostalgia for the Present - Jorge Luis Borges
At that very instant:
Oh, what I would not give for the joy
of being at your side in Iceland
inside the great unmoving daytime
and of sharing this now
the way one shares music
or the taste of fruit.
At that very instant
the man was at her side in Iceland. -
On Haruki Murakami
Hello, let me tell you how I fell in love with the work of Haruki Murakami.
Well, you see, Haruki Murakami is this Japanese writer, translator,
erstwhile jazz bar owner, and long-distance runner. I could go on to
tell you that his novels have been translated into more than forty
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Memory
The aquamarine- or turquoise-colored rock that,
as a child, you picked up and pocketed and kept
tucked away: no longer there. You can check;
your fingers will encounter nothing
except the nothing you don’t expect.
Not the nothing-special bit of brick you chipped
off the old broken-down wall back home, or
that accepted-offering shard of sea glass,
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Order
Remember that night on that beach when you leaned closer to me and
whispered, I can draw perfect circles (but only in the sand)
and then you stood to enclose my lying body in just a one?
I was delighted. I always took you at your word, remember?
Me, I was your other shaky hand. From what remains
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Testing Posterous
Hey, this post-by-email-to-everywhere thing seems pretty cool. (If a little risky.)
Posted via email from momeng's posterous
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This feels really weird.
Hello, social networks I used to frequent, how have you been? This is a cross-posting test.
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I'm writing here because Multiply is forbidden to us during school/office hours here on campus. I've been carting this clunker of a laptop around for more than two weeks now, and one would think that I would be blogging more often, but the connection at home has been down again for the past few weeks, so any internet time I manage to snag at sundry ( Read more... )