Thursday, May 13, 2010

"What have you been up to? What's new?"

How the hell is my life? I realized today that I have no idea how to answer those questions. I always have to think about my answer, deriding myself for a while before I blurt something out. Whatever I'm doing, I only ever feel a collision and a flurry of activity. I lack that degree of external perspective of self and I just don't have a prepared elevator speech. If you ask me what I AM doing, I can tell you: I am using the excuse of not having summer clothes to go shopping. I am dousing these two crickets in calcium and multi-vitamin powder and feeding it to the gecko. I will lie here on my belly for a long time until it eats all of them. I am reading Norwegian Wood and let's just say that HM has really developed his storytelling abilities since then.

But I notice that I always start out my conversations with those questions. Poor Ethan - I think it drives him crazy, too.

Perhaps I am just anxious because no one else is off yet?


William said...

Yea doesn't Norwegian Wood suck compared to some of his later stuff? Well not suck, but not as good. Read The Unbearable Lightness of Being, so great. Do you see people with Kindles? I really want to be able to buy books not limited to the Stephen King and Agatha Christine at the "international" book stores.

mockumentary said...

I've been thinking about getting a Kindle or similar. You should do it!
Did you know that Stephen King has a son who writes the same stuff under a pseudonym? But who cares.

I'm going to send you that paper to read/fix up once I stare at it long enough :)