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Friday, May 19th, 2006
Ok, this anecdote probably belongs in an Unfogged thread but I'm not sure how to work it in. Last night some friends took me out for my birthday dinner and drinks. (W00t! Happy birthday Jer! Everybody now...) The lawyer among them was telling me about a current client of his, scion of a Manhattan newspaper-insert printing business, who is trying to open a sado-masochism-themed bed & breakfast. Awesome. But apparently this is not a brand-new idea; my friend said there are currently 14 such businesses within a 1-mile radius of Gramercy Park. Who knew?
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Wednesday, May 17th, 2006
Okay if anyone can contact me with an answer to this question, I will be deeply in your debt. Ellen and I both have ThinkPads, about a year and a half old now. Somehow the power supply cords have stopped working properly, about a week ago. The plug is a sort of complicated thing, a hollow metal cylinder about 1/4" long -- when you plug it into the back of the computer, a pin that is inside the receptacle mates into the plug, and it snaps softly into place. But it is no longer mating or snapping -- the plug will not fit quite into the receptacle but stops about 1/32" short of the point where it would snap. If you twist it around just right it will charge the battery but it falls out quite easily. So what could have happened? This condition affected both laptops at about the same time. I have looked for obstructions but I can't see anything. I was thinking maybe it was the onset of summer and changes in temperature and humidity that was causing it; but the indoor temperature of our house is not particularly different from what it was last month. It is more humid than it was -- is this plug particularly susceptible to humidity? Is there anything we can do about it?
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Tuesday, May 16th, 2006
This weekend I finished Absurdistan, by Gary Shteyngart. This book is derivative -- I can hear bits of at least Pynchon, Vonnegut, and Heller in Shteyngart's style -- and its own spark of original genius as well. It is sort of a Catch-22 updated for the invasion of Iraq. What really struck me about it was, it was about the first book I've ever read that struck me as a generational anthem for my specific age group -- Shteyngart is two years younger than me as are his narrator and central characters -- I could see myself and the people I went to school with in the situations of the book, absurd though they were. I bit into the sturgeon kebab, filling my mouth with both the crisp burnt edges and the smooth mealy interior. My body trembled inside my leviathan Puma tracksuit, my heroic gut spinning counter-clockwise, my two-scoop breasts slapping against each other. Misha's descriptions of food and of his obesity work as metaphor on a number of levels -- the only one I can really express is the most obvious surface symbolism of greed and rapine, but trust me that there is a lot more than that going on under the surface. And a bonus quote for the Mineshaft crowd (to whom I very enthusiastically recommend this): when Dror is describing the focus group they held to see if they could get the American public interested in an invasion of Absurdisvanї, he says, We showed pictures of Absurdis, Congolese, and Indonesians at play, picking fruits, frying goats, and so on. More problems. The Congolese are clearly black, so that strikes a chord with all respondents. Like them or not, you got plenty of blacks in America. The Indonesians have funny eyes, so they're Asian. Probably work hard and raise dutiful children. Good for them. Then you get the Absurdis. They're sort of dark, but not really black. They look a little Indonesian, but they've got round eyes. Are they Arabs? Italians? Persians? We finally settled on "taller Mexicans," which is another way of saying we're fucked. Something notable: the book centers on "the second week of September 2001", but the famous events of that week are never mentioned. On the ride home I read some of Cat's Cradle, and was quickly reminded of what an extraordinary book it is. I must have read it through 20 times between the ages of 14 and 19, I know much of it by heart. One of the central wampeters of my karass. Update: Also look at this essay of Shteyngart's, on reading Philip Roth and particularly Portnoy's Complaint. A fine piece.
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Thursday, May 11th, 2006
I'm back in Modesto for a few days, visiting my parents, and how exciting! The book that I have looked through my old bookshelf for every time I have been back here, but never found, just jumped out at me this time. It is Cat's Cradle, with a self-portrait by Mr. Vonnegut on the title page, and an inscription: "FOR GOOD OLD JEREMY ----- (signed) Kurt Vonnegut OCT 12 88"
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Sunday, May 7th, 2006
Ellen posted a new entry in Lola's Diary today: You Can't Keep a Good Dog Down.
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Found a good Mexican restaurant in Orange! I reviewed it at Chowhound -- check it out!
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Saturday, May 6th, 2006
(Well not exactly but) -- Ellen and I saw "Following Sean" last night, playing at Cinema Village on 12th Street. A pretty flawed movie and I wouldn't necessarily recommend dropping everything to go see it; but it's kind of fun to watch it and pretend it was a movie of Vineland instead of what it is. Director Ralph Arlyck made a 14-minute student film in 1969 of his upstairs neighbor's 4-year-old son, Sean, which propelled him to some fame -- the film showed at Cannes with Trouffaut's "Wild Child" and was acclaimed by the counterculture, and denigrated by the establishment. in the 1990's Arlyck looked up Sean and his parents and made this movie. A lot of the movie made me think about Vineland. There aren't really many specific parallels (although I think Sean's grandmother bears more than a passing resemblance to Frenesi's mom), just a general gestalt. (Or in truth that gestalt could have been in large part my own invention -- I don't think there was much paranoia in the script by itself.) The director's voice-over is really grating a lot of the time and ultimately ruins the film IMO. But if you approach it with the proper attitude, tune out the voice-over and imagine your own film, it can be a lot of fun.
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Monday, May first, 2006
This evening I was looking at Rob's blog and noticed that he links to Library Thing. I had heard of it before but never checked it out -- seems like a fun service. So I have started keeping track of my library over there. If I go anywhere with that I will put up some links.
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Thursday, April 27th, 2006
Lesson with Lisa this evening -- we spent a lot of time going over ideas for the "If you were mine" solo. Really encouraging -- made me feel like I may actually get it soon. Lisa showed me how to do some stuff in the style of Grappelli and recorded some licks for me to listen to and try. Off to practice...
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