Wednesday, November 26, 2008
thanksgiving
I'm bubbling over with thanks. The little bubbles are bursting and releasing little poofs of sparkle, much like synaptic vesicles spontaneously being released. They add up in the background where you don't even realize it- it determines your levels of excitability. I'm excitable!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
a gesture life
It was not- by any stretch- a bad book. But it was only as good as a book about a detached older man can be.
No, I take that back. If anyone has seen (or read) Steve Martin's Shopgirl, then clearly that's not an accurate statement.
Let me start again. It was a story with strong character development but was of a character practically devoid of emotion. And while I appreciate how well the author explained how this mancane to be as he was- orphaned in a sense and through horrible war-related attrocities (what else can war bring with it?)- I cannot say I related to the main character, the protagonist, the hero.
Perhaps if I read this book at a later stage in my life I will better appreciate the pensive near-death feverless acceptance of life, but now it leaves me a little bit annoyed with the character and wanting him to pull his head out of his arse. Did I mention that it reminded me very much of the style of the Japanese writing of the English butler- what was that called? Stiff and cold- but well written and smooth reading.
It seems it has been a while since I read anything that absorbed me- not my mind but - what I can only refer to as- my soul. Perhaps it will take the discovery of a new favorite author- a new sea of tropical waters to explore. Perhaps it will take a reresding of one of Coetzee's or Oondatje's bests. Double vowels seem to be the thing to keep an eye out for- something with an aa or and ii or strangely a uu. Suggestions- as always- are welcome.
No, I take that back. If anyone has seen (or read) Steve Martin's Shopgirl, then clearly that's not an accurate statement.
Let me start again. It was a story with strong character development but was of a character practically devoid of emotion. And while I appreciate how well the author explained how this mancane to be as he was- orphaned in a sense and through horrible war-related attrocities (what else can war bring with it?)- I cannot say I related to the main character, the protagonist, the hero.
Perhaps if I read this book at a later stage in my life I will better appreciate the pensive near-death feverless acceptance of life, but now it leaves me a little bit annoyed with the character and wanting him to pull his head out of his arse. Did I mention that it reminded me very much of the style of the Japanese writing of the English butler- what was that called? Stiff and cold- but well written and smooth reading.
It seems it has been a while since I read anything that absorbed me- not my mind but - what I can only refer to as- my soul. Perhaps it will take the discovery of a new favorite author- a new sea of tropical waters to explore. Perhaps it will take a reresding of one of Coetzee's or Oondatje's bests. Double vowels seem to be the thing to keep an eye out for- something with an aa or and ii or strangely a uu. Suggestions- as always- are welcome.
Friday, November 07, 2008
the view from here
Some pics of the view from work. Not from my desk, but all the same spectacular. And this wasn't even a sunny day. Even Jersey City is beautiful from this high up.
The Statue of Liberty is also visible- I can't zoom in with this camera, but you get the idea...
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
shoes and girlfriends
I have been wearing the same pair of black shoes to work practically every day for the past three months. I've added brown shoes to match my one pair of beigish pants but wear the black pair 4 days out of 5. Give or take a day.
Well just last week I was admitted into the pack at work. Two women with whom I work- on two separate days- independently commented that they like my shoes (the black ones). It couldn't be more obvious really- three months after starting, I was given what amounts to as an unspoken hug, an enfolding into the bosom of the family.
Time to decorate my desk-take off me shoes, so to speak- looks like I'll be staying a while.
Well just last week I was admitted into the pack at work. Two women with whom I work- on two separate days- independently commented that they like my shoes (the black ones). It couldn't be more obvious really- three months after starting, I was given what amounts to as an unspoken hug, an enfolding into the bosom of the family.
Time to decorate my desk-take off me shoes, so to speak- looks like I'll be staying a while.
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