"[...]a vessel cleaving the dungeon of the waves[...]"
You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by
sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give
consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the
one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions
barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff
could get you killed.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Never miss a word
You're Infinite Jest!
by David Foster Wallace
While you1 consider yourself2 to be clever,
there are those3 who think you're just full of yourself or, perhaps worse,
playing a joke4 on everyone around you, and yet you are pretty sure that
you really are that brilliant after all, since people would hardly take the time to
get to know you5 if they didn't care very deeply about what you had to
say to them, to wit, about their lives, their hopes, their dreams, their fears, their
drug habits, and of course what videos6 they prefer to watch, since,
after all, your impressive vocabulary and tendency to go on and on7 makes
you seem superior, able to educate them, and really drive a sense of something
ineffable into their measly little skulls while you are not above making a cheap
gag or really going after anyone or anything or telling them about incredible
futures involving tennis, geopolitics, and
1Meaning you personally, not someone like you or your own
personal daddy, for example.
2As well as you can see yourself, which, frankly, may not be that well.
3Though we wouldn't deign to be so peripatetic as to name them here, mind.
4Jokes, though not common in Victorian England, were known to originate
sometime in ancient history, perhaps as early as the time of Babylon, or even before.
It is thought that the history of the joke plays an integral role in the mindset of
the characters depicted here, though you may disagree at this point, in which case I
am facing quite the dilemma in relaying this narrative, no?
5It is rather time consuming, after all.
6Ha!
7and on and on and on...
Take the Book Quiz II
at the Blue Pyramid.
You're The Metamorphosis!
by Franz Kafka
Though you think you're in the midst of a dream, the fact of the
matter is that your life has become a nightmare. The nightmare at first seems
horrific to you, but you are slowly able to adjust to the facts of the matter
and settle down and make do with what you've been given. There are those that
would say you're pointless and absurd, but you're really just trying to
demonstrate that people can (and do) adapt to anything, no matter how absurd
it is. Not that this will really inspire them to change, because they probably
don't understand.
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at the Blue Pyramid.
About Me
- Σφιγξ
- possesses wholly unmerited academic pretensions; examines love as an entomologist; collects haunted dollshouses; notes the lunar phase as regularly as the temperature; peruses field guides; reads like a serial magazine subscriptionist; functions through coffee and "mood" music; draws to the very corners of the page; takes notes on unlined paper; reads poetry as prayer; observes textual authority with the incredulity of fiction; suppresses the smart-ass answer(s); adapts as well as anyone beseiged by her own bibelots; she is a sensation seeker in spite of all of this.
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She has a bad habit of digging in the houseplants and then collapsing on the bed.
Yes, you were exactly right.
I sink a little river with my shoes.
Awakened from a sound with roots that
The pitch is almost blue.
Afundo um pouco o rio com meus sapatos.
Desperto um som de raízes com isso
A altura do som é quase azul.
—Manoel Bandeira
Paralyzing to think of life without you. Yes.
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/309692911850176204/
Erté was a large part in my development, and I thought of this when you mentioned dilettantism.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/11197822/Blue-Note-Uncompromising-Expression-75-Years-of-the-Finest-in-Jazz-by-Richard-Havers.html
I am the first to admit that sleeping with pets is not the prescription for the best sleep of one's life. Two people in the bed with pets is downright crowded.
The problem is that I am gone during the day, and they want to stay with me at night.
This cat is still extant at the Stephenson house. Lulu was her introductory name, but she somehow became Bebe from Southpark.
My brother brought her home. We said that he would name his firstborn Bebe.
https://youtu.be/Mz5GqhjVS1I?si=2u30CthU86I_V-xF
Another card: Tet(9). Lancer après confirmation / crank on confirmation.
The letter tet can be good and bad. T'umah is spiritual impurity, taharah is spiritual purity, and crank on confirmation is a business term for restating the terms after a deal is made, usually to the benefit of the client. The evil inclination entangles the soul with benign acts that are revealed in devastating outcomes.
Not eating chametz on Pesach is about uprooting that spurring appetite that leads to sin. For eight days, at least. I made and served chametz last night, and I indulged thoughtlessly, and the thought did not occur to me until afterward. That morning, I thought, I hate bananas, I could go my whole life without eating another cloying banana, and then I made a dessert with bananas last night.
https://books.google.com/books?id=oUhjEAAAQBAJ&pg=PA109&dq=tumah+tet&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiVi_KG--mFAxX_4MkDHZqLBlUQ6AF6BAgKEAM#v=onepage&q=tumah%20tet&f=false
https://www.sefaria.org/Exodus.12.14?lang=en&aliyot=0
She died last weekend. Not alone, but I was working back to back days and missed seeing her. She was wasting from a metabolic issue at seventeen years old.
I see the Steiff Wittie Owl in the bed next to Bae Bae. She loved that owl.
Yesterday, I saw a Spectacled Owl (Pulsatrix perspicillata) among other raptors, but my favorite was the Eastern Screech owl (Strix acio) named Solomon minded by a retired nurse from New York and her husband. My mother and I talked to her about her career, which was forty years. We said we can always tell our profession from a mile away. She was feeding gassed chicks in a cup to the birds clipped to their respective daises.
She said that this was her retirement job, and then I went to get a chamayo-prepared sliced mango. I will have a chamoyada when I go back tonight.
https://www.google.com/books/edition/_/WiPsEQAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PA183&printsec=frontcover
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Grave_of_Bauby_(P%C3%A8re-Lachaise,_division_94)#/media/File:P%C3%A8re-Lachaise_-_Division_94_-_Bauby_02.jpg
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