Hey, here's a cool book I just got...
So it's 3:30 in the morning & what the hell am I doing up? Well, I live here. That's what. No actually I worked overtime today and we got off at Midnight. And here I am.
What do you think of this bit?
In the winter buildings crack and creak with the temperatures and people think this ominous symphony is not the wood in the cold but the midnight killer specific, finally come to work his long awaited killing they always knew was going to happen. Closing in. This is the moment they are about to die. The mad murderer picking just this building among hundreds of buildings, opening just this door among dozens of doors, and choosing just this victim from out of the blue and it’s all over now that death has finally arrived. Any second the always expected black form will crowd the doorway and evil B music will be heard from out the vents. And it turns out to be the heat or lack of heat or a hundred years of wood standing in the same place forever. Everybody wakes up the next morning not dead.
I know you guys aren't up right now. All snoozing away as I write this.
So what are you doing lately anyhow?
All 4 nao.
13 comments:
Those of us in a different time zone aren't snoozing ;)
My favorite part of the passage is the gorgeous and extra-long first sentence abuptly stopped by "Closing in."
Oh ya. I forgot about Switzerland... if that's where you are these days.
Yeppers, in the land of zee Alps...
Well okay. But yours is one of the blogs deathly quiet lately. Anonymous not appearing at any beer gardens lately?
Actually, funny you should mention, I took a picture of Anonymous-graffiti in Lyon this weekend. Things have been deathly quiet due to an identity crisis, but maybe I should just bite the bullet and make it a travel blog until the crisis has passed.
Hard to believe it will be 14 years this summer since The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill dropped. Great album!
"Everybody wakes up the next morning not dead." - Phew! Waking up dead would suck.
i liked the voting about the ipod.
i set aside time each week to listen and think and the votes were just a shorthand part of the conversation.
Lately...begging for money, mostly. Which in my line of work means lots and lots (and lots) of tedious scientific writing that maybe a dozen people will ever read, and even fewer would want to.
Trying to breathe fresh air and get sun on my skin in the interstices.
Can't go wrong with some Lauryn Hill!
Love the paragraph, but the first sentence seems a little run-on to me. Otherwise, I like the imagery.
looks like a book i might apreciate.
Petunia- You are you. & we like that.
earl - see how stringent a test a song has to go through? My iPod is Holy.
flask - it was fun I guess. But I was too vulnerable! :-)
Brian - all work and no play, y'know.
sybil- I will fix the sentence.
gino- And you should buy it from that link so the money goes to actual anarchists! I'm a full service blogger.
Ohhh, I love the macabre visual of that little bit..it's intoxicating.
But I'm with Sybil. I stumbled a bit on the first sentence too.
Thanks Candy- I've corrected. When two people tell you you're sick... lie down. :-)
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