today we had dinner (impromptu, but i am always dressed for dinner as I believe it encourages people to offer) at Little Tokyo. (this dinner cost me two shifts at work.) I ate a mountain of the most texturous flavourish mushrooms, it being Autumn and I adoring those succulent handmaids of vegetable death ( Read more... )

according to this site i am the 670,173,539th richest person in the world, and am in the top 11.5%!
way to go poor-student me.
certainly makes me feel that i should be more generous in general.
richer than you think?

wish you were richer?
leave a comment and tell me one thing you'd love to buy, and one thing money never could.

friends, there are times i cannot face the world without a book. Some books are dreadfully deficient in this area of being companionable, but stevie smith's novel on yellow paper has got to be one of the most companiable books ever written. I urge you to return to British literature of the 1930s! Our poetry was beautiful and natural then before we ( Read more... )

in the cold mineral blue
the half moon is like a bone half-buried.
burnished in the desert
by the stars' unceasing light.

i close my mouth and the moon is a skull, a soul, a ghost someone touched
through an airtight glove

i recite my life, i take refuge in water
dry moon, sister
your face is between me and despair.

pale blue dot

Sweet sweet season ( Read more... )

O mighty alef ( Read more... )

look, i know no one reads my journal, but i have just downloaded this thing called last fm and i think it could be a really good thing to have.
not because it might help me meet more annoying people, but because it might help me meet more groovy music!
and of course, it's free as in freedom and free as in beer.

"Didn't i tell you so?" said Flask; "yes, you'll soon see this Right Whale's head hoisted up opposite that parmaceti's ( Read more... )

31st January 2006
0525
Train stops in endless night
lights on stalks and tracks
gleam sodium monochrome
0745
Ultraviolet tunnel from station to terminal. Moving walkways & silence, suitcases rolling smoothly. It is the future imagined in the 70s, it is a beautiful space-dream, Martian colony. I travel in slow motion.

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