shake that cola drag

The office-block persecution affinity.

Thursday, March 20, 2003

In the age of Babelfish, there is no earthly reason why the new Hello Kitty character should be called Puchi Puchi Wanko. And yet he is.

God, I not only like Kylie Minogue, but also Sophie Ellis-Bextor. What the fuck is going on with me?

Long ago, before graduate school and summarising five books a week by skimming their introductions and conclusions, I read novels. Big, important novels. Novels that made you stay up all night reading them, thrilled to find out what happened next. Now, I read Agatha Christie. I thought I no longer had the ability to read any fiction more challenging than that. (The irony of working in a library is not lost on me, people.) So when I tell you that finally, after Siobhan and others recommended this book to me years and years ago, I read My Year of Meats practically in one sitting, I want you to be duly impressed. I feel like one of those people who was illiterate and can now pick my way through Dick and Jane.

*Great* book, too. I don't know how on earth she managed to combine cross-cultural commentary, a love story, a tale of marital abuse, recipes, and an expose of the American meat industry into one novel. Strange and wonderful.

Thursday, March 13, 2003

I have neglected you, blog! I have been bitching about the war elsewhere. It occurs to me that I never really understand what I think about an issue until I argue with someone. 'But you're *wrong*!' is a powerful idea-clarifier.

Thursday, March 06, 2003

Crying with laughter. No, seriously. Thank you, Ben.