On Saturday the 20th I headed to Jen and Christoph's place around 2:30 to (re)watch Das Leben der Anderen, and along the way I took a few photographs. Between Ingersoll and Few I saw a melting snowman; on the 24th as I walked to the co-op for some food, after more snow had fallen, he had been rebuilt, bigger, better ... the $6 million snowman?
The book, Accidental Species (Kass Fleischer, Tuscon, AZ: Chax, 2005), is pretty, with its hummingbird tied down—feet, wings, beak—upon the droplet infested red surface. It is slender, a mere 105 pages, but dense with the shrapnel of exploded and (re)compressed language.
Shaken, not stirred.
The first piece (“Engagements”) is a curious little theme and variations. Eventually the space shuttle fades, by which point, upon re-reading the first passages, you wonder whether it was ever really there to start with.
Sometimes people ask the strangest questions, such as why men wear clothes.
Not long ago I complained about the difficulty of getting corn-syrup-free Worcester(shire) sauce; even the official brand contained it, even in that paper wrapping. Yet when I went to the co-op the other night to get some water and chocolate milk I browsed the sauce aisle and discovered an “organic,” corn-syrup-free Worcestershire sauce, which, at the same time, was about the same price as Lea and Perrins.
—January 26 2007