because I can't think of anything else to write at the moment:
WHAT I BOUGHT AT THE BOOKSALES
(in no particular order--some are books that I've previously owned/ already read, but I've either lost or given away, but most either just looked interesting, were by authors I've enjoyed other works by, or had cool covers
The Sun Also Rises, E. Hemingway
The Dream-Quest of Unknown...
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WHAT I BOUGHT AT THE BOOKSALES
(in no particular order--some are books that I've previously owned/ already read, but I've either lost or given away, but most either just looked interesting, were by authors I've enjoyed other works by, or had cool covers
The Sun Also Rises, E. Hemingway
The Dream-Quest of Unknown...
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alright, I'm paranoid.
but stuff pops up to CONFIRM my delusions &--well, I just dunno WHAT to think.....
for instance, my initial rection on hearing about the whole Jessica Lynch dramatic rescue was, "You GOTTA be fucking kidding me."
NOT that I wasn't happy & all that she was safe, & that I wasn't sad for her compadres, or didn't feel for her family in...
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but stuff pops up to CONFIRM my delusions &--well, I just dunno WHAT to think.....
for instance, my initial rection on hearing about the whole Jessica Lynch dramatic rescue was, "You GOTTA be fucking kidding me."
NOT that I wasn't happy & all that she was safe, & that I wasn't sad for her compadres, or didn't feel for her family in...
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tororo:
My favorite line from the Toronto Star article:
"Maybe this was a movie after all"
[Edited on May 20, 2003]
"Maybe this was a movie after all"
[Edited on May 20, 2003]
tororo:
Oh, and now for something completely different, I was intrigued by the saying "library sale". Is it something like a garage sale, only it's in front of a library instead of being in front of a garage?
clicked on a banner on top of my yahoomail a little while ago (something I do about as often as I run for Public Office) & was taken to the Friskies website, which is offering the following contest. it seems to be targetting a sad, delusional subset of humanity that wonders about things like: Would my kitties be happier if they had their own room?...
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tororo:
I once read a Sandman story about what cats dream of, when they are all curled up like cute little furballs (basically, they dream of the time, long ago, when they were as large as tigers and the ancestors of the Humans were as small as mouses)... could be funny to write an essay based on this theory, with virtual images (thanks Photoshop) of what their dream playground could be... I don't have this comics at hand so I can't remember how it was called: maybe Dream of a Thousand Cats, or Dream of a Million Cats.......
Do you like Gaiman's stories?
[Edited on May 16, 2003]
Do you like Gaiman's stories?
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tororo:
Really sorry you missed all the excitement, dear ratsonjulia. Um. Not what I'd want to say... I mean... your sister sure is a cool person, in't she?
Many years ago, I took some of these things that use to pile spontaneously in corners of every family house: things you would never ever think about disposing of, but you don't want to see around all the time, 'cause they don't are really of any use to you, see? Among them was a collection of postcards sent to my grandparents during all of the first half of the 20th century, and all my favoritest favorites among my childhood books -the ones I intended to leave to my own children, when i finally will got some (I have to grow up first, I'm yet far too young for that)..... I'd put all that carefully in cardboard boxes, and thought of a place where they would be totally safe. I finally put the boxes in my cellar, the most secure place I could think of: large, clean, well-ventilated, securely closed... nothing could happen to this stuff in such a place. Then, unknown to me, some neighbors did masonry works that ended with bricking up the cellar's vents... years went by... without air-holes any more, the cellar went increasingly wet... damp started flowing continuously from the ceiling... and one day I stepped down there and found the cardboard boxes had almost melt, and strange things (lichens? algae?) had grown from what was stored in them.
A Buddhist master would probably be able to build up an apologue out of this story, in order to teach us all prisoners of Illusion not to indulge in earthly attachments.
A children psychologist would suggest that it will be a good thing, for my children to come, not to have the litterary tastes another person's laid to them, and being instead offered the oportunity to build up their own...
Being neither of the above, I will allow you to draw from this story the morality that will please you most (if you think a morality is needed, of course).
Oh. Gaiman. I read only some of the comics he wrote the scenario of, and I liked all of them. I did read Good Omens as well, and plan to read Neverwhere as soon as possible.
Many years ago, I took some of these things that use to pile spontaneously in corners of every family house: things you would never ever think about disposing of, but you don't want to see around all the time, 'cause they don't are really of any use to you, see? Among them was a collection of postcards sent to my grandparents during all of the first half of the 20th century, and all my favoritest favorites among my childhood books -the ones I intended to leave to my own children, when i finally will got some (I have to grow up first, I'm yet far too young for that)..... I'd put all that carefully in cardboard boxes, and thought of a place where they would be totally safe. I finally put the boxes in my cellar, the most secure place I could think of: large, clean, well-ventilated, securely closed... nothing could happen to this stuff in such a place. Then, unknown to me, some neighbors did masonry works that ended with bricking up the cellar's vents... years went by... without air-holes any more, the cellar went increasingly wet... damp started flowing continuously from the ceiling... and one day I stepped down there and found the cardboard boxes had almost melt, and strange things (lichens? algae?) had grown from what was stored in them.
A Buddhist master would probably be able to build up an apologue out of this story, in order to teach us all prisoners of Illusion not to indulge in earthly attachments.
A children psychologist would suggest that it will be a good thing, for my children to come, not to have the litterary tastes another person's laid to them, and being instead offered the oportunity to build up their own...
Being neither of the above, I will allow you to draw from this story the morality that will please you most (if you think a morality is needed, of course).
Oh. Gaiman. I read only some of the comics he wrote the scenario of, and I liked all of them. I did read Good Omens as well, and plan to read Neverwhere as soon as possible.
put in for a few days off at the beginning of June a couple of months ago & as the time draws near, I realize I have no fucking idea what I'm going to do.
I could probably scrounge up the fundage to go to someplace interesting like NYC, San Fran or New Orleans, but the fact that I live at least 5 hours drive...
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I could probably scrounge up the fundage to go to someplace interesting like NYC, San Fran or New Orleans, but the fact that I live at least 5 hours drive...
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tororo:
I feel for you. So much pressure.
[Edited on May 15, 2003]
[Edited on May 15, 2003]
a bit ago Tororo made reference to the writer/ artist duo of Munoz/Sampayo of whom I wasn't familiar with, but I looked them up on the internet. almost all the info I came across was in either in German or Italian.
the following is a very lightly edited Italian description, translated by my machine, which I thought rather poetic:
Title: IN THE CAFE
Author: Jos...
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the following is a very lightly edited Italian description, translated by my machine, which I thought rather poetic:
Title: IN THE CAFE
Author: Jos...
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tororo:
When I finished with reading this, I realized I had now Bagdad Caf's title song stuck n my head...
..especially the lines "a coffee machine that needs some fixing..."
mmm.... machines....
..especially the lines "a coffee machine that needs some fixing..."
mmm.... machines....
tororo:
Yes, I have a fondness for your translating machine... (does it make coffee, too?)
So, you're interested in Munoz and Sampayo?... They are Argentinians, they both lived for some time in Italy, Munoz now lives part-time in France, Munoz is amazing at line drawing, he masters perfectly B&W techniques. I personnally think Frank Miller owes much to Munoz's very personal interpretation of the B&W comics tradition, as initiated by Sickles, Caniff, continued by Toth, etc.... They did several graphic novels, most of them are still available in French (and probably also Italian) editions (they started translating them in the 7O-80s)...
In conclusion of the story I was thinking of, drawn in the late 70s (shortly after the portuguese April revolution), the protagonist meets a man he knows is a CIA operative, and that has spent years in Chile, taking a plane to Lisbon...
So, you're interested in Munoz and Sampayo?... They are Argentinians, they both lived for some time in Italy, Munoz now lives part-time in France, Munoz is amazing at line drawing, he masters perfectly B&W techniques. I personnally think Frank Miller owes much to Munoz's very personal interpretation of the B&W comics tradition, as initiated by Sickles, Caniff, continued by Toth, etc.... They did several graphic novels, most of them are still available in French (and probably also Italian) editions (they started translating them in the 7O-80s)...
In conclusion of the story I was thinking of, drawn in the late 70s (shortly after the portuguese April revolution), the protagonist meets a man he knows is a CIA operative, and that has spent years in Chile, taking a plane to Lisbon...
mothers day.
I had some teeth drilled & filled the other day. the night before, my aunt called to talk to Mom's boyfriend, who's been staying here for a while (long story). I mentioned that I was going to the dentist.
"Do you have a toothache or anything like that?" she asked.
"Nah. Just routine tooth maintenence."
"Alright. Last time your mom & I went...
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I had some teeth drilled & filled the other day. the night before, my aunt called to talk to Mom's boyfriend, who's been staying here for a while (long story). I mentioned that I was going to the dentist.
"Do you have a toothache or anything like that?" she asked.
"Nah. Just routine tooth maintenence."
"Alright. Last time your mom & I went...
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tororo:
"I'm now a year older than my mother was when she died".
I read the sentence I'd just write.
I re-read it.
If it has any meaning, I can't figure out what it is.
I read the sentence I'd just write.
I re-read it.
If it has any meaning, I can't figure out what it is.
bleh. lotsa stuff going on.
the trip to SLC was alright, altho somewhat blighted by the fact that I lost my wallet my first night. (how? dunno. one minute I had it. the next I didn't)
bought 2 big boxes of books (I'd brought my checkbook, fortunately, & they didn't ask for i.d.)
more later.
the trip to SLC was alright, altho somewhat blighted by the fact that I lost my wallet my first night. (how? dunno. one minute I had it. the next I didn't)
bought 2 big boxes of books (I'd brought my checkbook, fortunately, & they didn't ask for i.d.)
more later.
tororo:
Um. I won't tell anything about the wallet disappearing. It's so obvious that there's a conspiracy going on, wallets are part of.
The vicious little creatures.
On the other hand, I think the book boxes are on our side.
The vicious little creatures.
On the other hand, I think the book boxes are on our side.
heading off to SLC in a few hours;
GOALS:
Library book sale tommorrow morning (a great way to get a bunch of books for cheap.NOTE TO ANYONE IN THE SLC AREA THAT PLANS ON GOING TO THE BOOKSALE: if I see you eyeing a book I fancy, I WILL knock you down, step over your twitching form, & take it.)
take my grandmothers banjo in...
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GOALS:
Library book sale tommorrow morning (a great way to get a bunch of books for cheap.NOTE TO ANYONE IN THE SLC AREA THAT PLANS ON GOING TO THE BOOKSALE: if I see you eyeing a book I fancy, I WILL knock you down, step over your twitching form, & take it.)
take my grandmothers banjo in...
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tororo:
Sounds like a delightful WE.
Have fun! maybe start a new carreer as a wandering banjo player?
Have fun! maybe start a new carreer as a wandering banjo player?
I happened to catch "Eloise at the Plaza" the other night &, were I pressed to describe it with an "article-adjective-noun" combo, I would have to say it was a "a delightful romp"
however:
there was an actress in it, a Ms. Stephanie Anne Mills, who disturbed me somewhat because I know I know her from somewhere & I just can't place WHERE, & it's...
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however:
there was an actress in it, a Ms. Stephanie Anne Mills, who disturbed me somewhat because I know I know her from somewhere & I just can't place WHERE, & it's...
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tororo:
Ah! ah! a question. It conforts the impression I had (from some time now) that the cleverest SG journal-keepers end their post with a question to their dear readers. I think I'll do so, as well, as soon as I'll be able to think of some questions to ask.
To your today's question the answer is: yes, painfully yes.
To your today's question the answer is: yes, painfully yes.
my horoscope today:
Horoscope (by Astrocenter.com)
Sometimes it is easiest to attend to the small, mundane details of life rather than lifting your eyes to the horizon to see the "big picture." It is likely, for example, that you have allowed yourself to become complacent at work. Could it be that you are not at the right job or in the right career after all?...
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Horoscope (by Astrocenter.com)
Sometimes it is easiest to attend to the small, mundane details of life rather than lifting your eyes to the horizon to see the "big picture." It is likely, for example, that you have allowed yourself to become complacent at work. Could it be that you are not at the right job or in the right career after all?...
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