| 7:16 p.m. | Books | 2002-03-15 |
| Reaped | my stomach is bloated with the rotted remains of whitecastle burgers and ramen. i eat so well here in the city. [urp] ah, the better to soak up the alcohol later, my dear. they say the Strand bookstore is 8 miles of books, but as far as i can tell it was only a 2 story structure on a city block by nyu. found London by Rutherford and Pnin by Nabokov. mmm good. also a t-shirt, cos i'm a tourist this week and into material culture like that. On the way home the city was bathed in this iridescent orange glow: it was on fire. more likely, probably just the sun shining through smog. but pretty. off the stop i found two more books The Gulag Archipelago by my dear friend Aleksandr Solzhnitsyn and Solaris, a sci-fi book by Lem Stanislaw that my dork friends insist i need to read if i want to understand anything. Nothing like a couple of french scifi novels and a bio of a man's experience in Stalin's labour camps to keep one in a fresh and happy mood. that's what i'm saying. So now, i will drink to the oddities of our modern world...cos happy hour's free at the local bar. I leave tomorrow, or die, depending on the whims of higher powers. it was good while lasted. |
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New digs - 2004-05-25 Bachelor hell - 2004-05-10 Grumble - 2004-05-07 Coachella pt. 2, or goddamn do my fingers hurt - 2004-05-05 Coachella part one, or, this monkey's gone to indio rawk heaven - 2004-05-05 Random Shearings Rings |
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