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It's Friday, ya bastards.
Jul. 20th, 2007 11:45 amI have never read any of the Harry Potter books. I feel neither pride or shame about this. I don't begrudge fans of their experience either -- I like the idea of pop culture phenomenons and the psychological pleasure in getting swept up in them, in bonding with strangers about it, in being part of a collective experience. I have a feeling that in maybe ten years or so, I'm going to come across a boxed set of all books, in paperback, in a used bookstore and I'll buy them and read them. And maybe I'll still have this blog and I can make it part of my Really Late Reviews series that I occasionally cultivate.
I had this dream last night that I had moved into a friend's studio apartment temporarily, mostly to keep it under lease until she got back from some internship in another city for a year or something, and it was a small apartment but with tons of hidden closets, and all the walls were painted these really intense colors that created a sense of different rooms, but the best part is that I had ( this couch )
and even though I didn't have a bed to sleep on, I didn't care because I was happy to snooze on that couch if I needed to sleep there. Thinking about the dream, I realized that all the colors of our 3 bedroom apartment were in this 2-room studio and I think its less about needing to move - in my dream I was completely dreading the whole process, but then felt somewhat okay with it once I realized the space might turn out lovely. I think its about needing to purge lots of things and maybe rethink some aspects of my existing home, including my office. And also, to spend more time on my existing black leather couch, which might not be a Barcelona Mies van der Rohe, but its pretty fcking sweet.
I have worked on the novel everyday this week. Dear self, remember, that isht makes a difference. I know we've argued a lot this week during those writing hours and you have been a total bastard at times, but still, it's good, I like it. It's kinda fun even. Both the writing and the fighting.
I had this dream last night that I had moved into a friend's studio apartment temporarily, mostly to keep it under lease until she got back from some internship in another city for a year or something, and it was a small apartment but with tons of hidden closets, and all the walls were painted these really intense colors that created a sense of different rooms, but the best part is that I had ( this couch )
and even though I didn't have a bed to sleep on, I didn't care because I was happy to snooze on that couch if I needed to sleep there. Thinking about the dream, I realized that all the colors of our 3 bedroom apartment were in this 2-room studio and I think its less about needing to move - in my dream I was completely dreading the whole process, but then felt somewhat okay with it once I realized the space might turn out lovely. I think its about needing to purge lots of things and maybe rethink some aspects of my existing home, including my office. And also, to spend more time on my existing black leather couch, which might not be a Barcelona Mies van der Rohe, but its pretty fcking sweet.
I have worked on the novel everyday this week. Dear self, remember, that isht makes a difference. I know we've argued a lot this week during those writing hours and you have been a total bastard at times, but still, it's good, I like it. It's kinda fun even. Both the writing and the fighting.
