i just saw a disturbing and disturbingly bad movie, suspicious river. i didn’t know anything about it, just that it was in english. next time, more research.
on another note, i was reading saranwarp and whatever-whenever while dying my hair tonight, and it occurred to me that i’m really far from new york. it’s only been a month, but i’ve forgotten about the stifling heat, the dizzying cycle of trendy bars. though i’m not even close to being involved in any scenes here, everything seems a lot looser, slower kinda. i walk about twice as fast as anyone here, and i’ve never thought of myself as a particularly fast walker either.
i’m going to new york on wed for the weekend. i really don’t miss the city much. i wish my friends and my cat would just all come here for the weekend. i really miss my cat, it didn’t occur to me that i’d miss a pet so much. i didn’t used to miss her when i was away at school.. odd.
but i’m surprised myself. i don’t really want to walk around in the oppressive humidity, with the sidewalks practically seizing from the heat (yeah, i’m starting to remember now).
i am looking forward to being able to hold my own during the ordinary transactions of life, such as buying a mop. just thinking about how easy it will be to ask a question about something in a store kinda thrills me. darleen reccomeded i read “Me Talk Pretty One Day” by David Sedaris about his struggles with the french language while living in paris. notable quotable from the book via an amazon reviewer:
“It’s a pretty grim world when I can’t even feel superior to a toddler.”
you said it, brother!
while we’re at it, something else from the book i’m reading now Soul Mountain by Gao Xingjian.
i thought this was nice:
People said trees have feelings and tree demons are sensitive just like people and don’t like being tickled. If you poked something into the hole of the trunk, the tree would shake all over laughing, just like when you tickled her under the arms and she immediately pulled away and laughed until she was out of breath.
it’s that kind of book.
nighty night now.
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