Wednesday, August 04, 2004
rephlexions.
on my block: everything is everything.
after finishing Alfred Bester's ticklingly wonderful novel, The Demolished Man, i looked at my shelf and realized how many books i had read since the beginning of the year. i never do this: counting and whatnot. but, the reason i did was my alarm at the fact that we are into August already. this year is halfway done. and i am close to graduating.
why can i only think of New York?
i spoke to a friend recently about the unorthodox sadness i feel when i finish a novel. its like breaking up with a girlfriend when you are still in love. i dont want it to end. the only evidence of my reading it is abstract: in conversations, occasional journal scribblings, neurological exercises.
alas, the shelf beckons.
and to those interested, devendra banhart's new album is pretty hot.
though its really weird listening to his spanish. it doesnt resonate with me as much as canonical latin rockists like Cafe Tacuba, Aterciopelados or even Juana Molina.
weird, but great.
anyone know what the hell happened to Pharoahe Monch? i heard a broadcast of his on a BBC radio show: put the album out, dunny!
on to another book, i guess....
