I'm disappointed. (Already?) I'm also sleep-drunk, after 30 + hours of train ride through kuasha wreathed landscapes. I want to escape, already. Everything jangles too loudly on my frazzled raw nerves. I imagine them like loosened cables, covered by red piping. And duty-duty-duty-duty-duty-duty-duty calls my name.
The days are going by so soo sooo fast. and yet workwise STILL haven't achieved much. :( All trips cancelled :( Kittens. Biting my toes and suckling on my earlobe at 2 am :] Brinjals in fruition and desi seeds on their way :) Osian film fest :-/ Kittens downstairs growing bigger and healthier and prettier and somewhat more friendly :)
has just arrived by post. Strangely the postman (?) was wearing a sunhat, shorts and summer shirt and also a pair of goggles. Can't wait to get started! The temperature's still under 20 but if you, dear reader, think I'm going to waste this sunny day you're wrong. Off to the park, very soonly
Why do I always burn rice, these days? I wonder. But I'm absolutelyhundred percent certain that I will never ever again miss burnt rice, that's fo' sho'.
Finished The 13 1/2 Lives of Captain Bluebear yesterday. All in a day's work. Reminded me a bit of Hitchhiker's. Though no comparison. Dunno if I'd've thought differently if I read it in the original German or paid more attention to deciphering the puns with patience instead of hurtling along the book like through a dimensional hiatus.
Funny thing is I must have read bits about it somewhere. I certainly remember the carnivorous island the dimensional hiatuses and Querty. I wonder where. A translation of excerpts from Sandesh? Who knows. But I know the book beckoned to me from the shelf the moment I saw it (@ the second hand book store, what a marvelous place!). In spite of the 5 euro tag I bought it. I instinctively knew it was a genius of a book. where oh where had I read a review? The memory is smugly blank on these mysteries. It chuckles through the grey pall of Moloch-like obscurity: there's always a possibility of blue sky beyond (where I'll know where I read excerpts etc) but that's a strictly theoretical one.
Anyhoo I have a Agatha Christy to turn to now. Oh and if any Wodehouse fans want rare school stories/laughing gas in bounded crumbling yellowing first edition volumes then I (along with the aforementioned bookstore) am your woman.
A hot shower can put a new perspective on things, I find. Unfortunately, you can only take a finite number of hot showers per day. The environmental costs can't be scoffed at [and away] either.
I'm typing with my left hand. Dunno what implications that'll have on ze back.
Just 3-4km of walk yesterday and i still feel like daggers are shoved into my spine. Doesn't bode well.
Neither does the weather. Unremittingly gray with the promise of sleet. Wish I'd risked my fingers and taken snaps of the snow covered, sunlit woods.
I can already feel the pregnant promise of another fruitless day.
Stommach's complaining: but since the dorm doesn't have a venita cucini [though looks like a modular kitchen] it's hard to motivate oneself to cook. Hard enough climbing out of the duvet into an unheated room.
Think I'll lie in and dream my fragmented dreams a bit more.
PS: Circumstance has got to be one of the worst films I've seen in a long while
i like annoying people. i am an ovo-lacto vegetarian feminist. i like woody allen films, mushrooms and dissecting popular cultural artifacts (which is just a posh way of saying i love to hate what other people like). but mostly i just complain.