Humph. Sick.
Well, after having stayed fairly well whilst most people at work have dropped around me, I seem to have finally succumbed to a winter bug. I have a little temperature and a persistent snivel. GRRR. It’s been a while since I put anything up here! One excuse is that I’ve been devoting a lot of energy to reading Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon, a diffusely-plotted, densely-written book with far too many characters and diversions, not to mention obscenities (the book contains a sexual encyclopaedia ranging from the squeamish to the downright illegal). By the way, it’s also brilliant in parts and hilarious too. It’s 760 pages of stuff to do with a German rocket program at the end of World War II, with a whole heap of stuff to get around the theme of paranoia. (Please don’t ask for a more detailed assessment of the plot than that.) It’s also a bit of a lexical nightmare: anyone who finds words like paregoric, lagniappe, lascar, sanjak, cucrbitaceous, noctiluca and scombroid unproblematic has my full respect. Actually, they’d probably be a bit of a loser.
What else? Chano-ma Nakameguro takes the prize for the coolest cafe in Tokyo, here’s my interior shot:
I’m bored so you must be. But 8 weeks til I get back to Melb.
R
Mood: Sick-tetchy
Listening to: Fiona Apple (Extraordinary Machine)
Reading: New York Stories from the New Yorker.
