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    Tuesday, January 10, 2006

    Black obelisk

    Just humming along, waiting for things to pick up. Rerereading the Black Obelisk by Remarque, full of yearning and sarcasm.

    Is there anything easier or more satisfying than some toasted corn tortillas topped with homemade refried beans, fried egg and Valentina's hot sauce? No, I didn't thing so.

    Saturday, January 07, 2006

    Machin-chose

    I am just going to put this right here:



    And then I can use it as my profile picture. Truly, I am a technological wizard.

    Thursday, January 05, 2006

    A new year

    I have been reading this really enjoyable novel, and now that it is over I wish I were writing a novel myself. I love the freedom of just inventing new worlds. Any world, no matter how imaginary, has parameters within which it must function, rules to which it must adhere if it is to be believable. I actually like that aspect particularly, because it starts to feel as though once you set the thing running, it can take off on its own. I used to like fantasy a lot when I was a kid, but now I find it more interesting to imagine worlds that resemble my own, only different. Like an unfolding of parallel universes. Because often I find myself tripping vertiginously over other ways of seeing that have nothing to do with the story of the world I am daily recounting to myself. I am left wondering about all the things I am missing, about other people's secret lives.

    I can never have access to these things, to other people, but I can create other people within myself to explore. I can try to open myself into other worlds and make myself as much a part of them as possible.




    I can't continue in this vein for very long before I start to hear the man from that Evelyn Waugh novel in my head; "Yes, bloody whimsical." Gotta go bury the body.