Friday, July 09, 2004
I rode up on my elevator at work with a woman in a, uh, burkha (sp.). Second time in 6 years.
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I wonder if this is the city of the happy, or if no one has time to think, or if perhaps they have too much...
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Thursday, July 08, 2004
I have bought, for a dollar, a book by Rafael Alberti called The Owl's Mirror, poems in Spanish translated by Mark Strand, for whom the act of translation acts as a productive muzzle. For seven more dollars, I bought Ishiguro's The Unconsoled, which I have read when lended, but never while owned. Ah what a great, great novel. Say what you want about about the complacency of the big-time novelist, etc--this is a quietly demented book...
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Tuesday, July 06, 2004
I marvel at the NY Post's inaccuracy. And a small part of me feels relieved that Edwards has been chosen...
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Note to self: more! more!
And better.
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And better.