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anything not too heavy to carry
Sep. 19th, 2002 11:48 amRaining. Raining, with the sunlight slipping through the cloud layers in a way that completely changes the angle of the light. I find more and more that the subtle changes in the angle of the world to the sun affect me. Something in my nature must be plant-like. I need a certain amount of sunlight. This is why I was never a good goth girl.
Gene made the joke the other night that "light reading" constituted anything that wasn't too heavy to carry around. I also made the unfortunate remark when discussing Philip K:
"I like Dick."
"Can I quote you on that?"
Ack. The worst part was realizing how that sounded about half a second after it left my mouth.
But yes, maybe I should read Anna Karenina again, because I have that gorgeous new translation, or maybe more distressing 20th century Russian novels. Though I recall saying I would make the attempt to read more Salinger this year. More books, more books.
Gene made the joke the other night that "light reading" constituted anything that wasn't too heavy to carry around. I also made the unfortunate remark when discussing Philip K:
"I like Dick."
"Can I quote you on that?"
Ack. The worst part was realizing how that sounded about half a second after it left my mouth.
But yes, maybe I should read Anna Karenina again, because I have that gorgeous new translation, or maybe more distressing 20th century Russian novels. Though I recall saying I would make the attempt to read more Salinger this year. More books, more books.