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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.

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*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.

Probably not, but it does tend to fall out that way with all sorts of holidays.

And it's no worse than my friends whom I only see at Irish Arts Week. (With whom I seem to have a positive talent for falling in love--this is not reasonable, even for matters of the heart.)

Congratulations on the paperback find, and I'm glad you got to spend the day with your friend.