Achieving absolutely nothing seems to me a fine way to spend the later part of a Saturday afternoon. It's also what Dad used to do when I was a child when he got back from the morning shift working Saturdays (which then seemed to me utterly unfathomable.) History repeats itself.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Caught Napping
I arrived home from the morning's rehearsal to find that Noi's massage lady was already entrenched in the back bedroom and my wife was readying herself for a major pummeling. With no one to talk to I immediately spread myself on the carpet in front of the stereo, banged on a set of the Brandenburg Concertos and sent myself off to the soothing arms of Morpheus, where I remained for pretty much the whole afternoon despite interruptions from Norsiah, arriving for her massage, and then the three ladies taking tea & epok epok at the other end of the room.
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I've started on James's The Ambassadors. First impressions here.
Hierophantine ambition knows no limits! Talk about plunging in the deep end.
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What happened to Middlesex?
Middlesex was enjoyable, though oddly enough, I think the book is a sort of hermaphrodite itself. An epic tracing a faulty gene all the way back to incestuous Grecian dealings or a chronicle of Cal(liope)'s darkly humourous, dangerous adolescence? Perhaps it worked, but I personally thought the welding of the two could have been done better.
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