Breaking the signal so it's totally unreadable
I spent most of today with someone very dear to me whom I had not seen in almost seven months. This is a fairly ridiculous lapse of time; and I will see him on Rosh Hashanah, but I'm not sure friendships should be scheduled around the ritual calendar.*
I am now the proud possessor of a slender, only slightly scribbled-in paperback of Anthony Burgess' Oedipus Rex. I discovered it this afternoon in The Book Rack. Just its existence brightened my day.
It is not useful to mention Eraserhead to me in a discussion of David Lynch's films, because all that happens is "Too Drunk to Fuck" gets stuck in my head for hours.
*Actually, that's not any weirder than friends whom one only sees at cons. But I'm not sure it's the designated point of the High Holidays.
I am now the proud possessor of a slender, only slightly scribbled-in paperback of Anthony Burgess' Oedipus Rex. I discovered it this afternoon in The Book Rack. Just its existence brightened my day.
It is not useful to mention Eraserhead to me in a discussion of David Lynch's films, because all that happens is "Too Drunk to Fuck" gets stuck in my head for hours.
*Actually, that's not any weirder than friends whom one only sees at cons. But I'm not sure it's the designated point of the High Holidays.

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Have you heard the Nouvelle Vague cover of that song?
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I have indeed. It's been alternating with the original on my internal soundtrack . . .