Sunday, May 10, 2009

Human Landfill

Times I wish I had a camera: I went grocery shopping this morning, parked, and as I strolled in noticed that a car a few spots down from mine had what looked like steam coming from under the hood. "Huh," I said, and walked on.

When I came out about ten minutes later, the car was engulfed in flames, black smoke billowing high above. Firefighters and police had it surrounded. They were kind enough to let me get my car the hell out of there, which was cool, but I really would have liked a picture.

Not too bloggy here lately, huh? I've actually had lots of posts in mind, but absolutely zero energy or creativity, except for one day when a wicked hangover was an excuse. Nothing new, in any case. There was gonna be one post about how Kiss it Goodbye's "Sick Day" is the best song ever after a bad day at work, and how the opening scream of KitG's "Target Practice" is the best thing to clear your head when you're hungover. But I didn't write it, except now, I guess.

I was also gonna write about a cool bar nearby, but I didn't. Many other things I didn't do, either.

I haven't even been reading much (I'm kind of hard-pressed to say just what I am doing these days -- walking, eating and working, I suppose), and when I finally finished a book last night, it was an old favorite:

#35 -- "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle" by Haruki Murakami

I always think of the "Big Four" Murakami novels as this one, "Hard-Boiled Wonderland," "Dance Dance Dance," and "Wild Sheep Chase." I generally think of this one as the best, and it was also the only one I hadn't read in several years, so I picked it up again.

When I first read it, I figured Murakami had some solid idea of what was really happening behind all the vagueness -- now I'm not so sure. So maybe he didn't have the master plan I thought, but it's still pretty enjoyable. Perhaps the loneliest book I've read; all his work has that sorrow and loss about it, but maybe this one more than any. His Tokyo seems empty, populated by only a handful of people, spread far apart. It's great reading but afterwards you really want to be around others.

So, still liked this a lot. I don't know if I'd still hold it up as a cut above the other three mentioned before, but it's one of the high-water marks for a fantastic writer.

Ok, more interesting stuff to come soon, though I reserve the right to break this promise into little shards.

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