Current mood:

awake

yuri olesha
here is the kind of detail, in a narrative, which i lack.

"he was carrying a pillow. he was holding a large pillow in a yellow pillowcase by one corner. his knee kept hitting it. as a result, shallow depressions in its surface came and went."

so seemingly pointless... but such brilliant detail!

i need to work on observation of small (seemingly pointless) details.

There is also this (which has more purpose for the story). i am in love with it.

"once again, like a child, i can control the little interval of time separating the first heaviness of the eyelids, the first blurring of vision, from the onset of real sleep. once again i am able to prolong that and--before being completely engulfed in sleep, while still in command of conscious awareness--to watch these thoughts already take on dream-flesh, as when bubbles of sound from watery deeps are transformed into quickly rolling grapes, and then a plump cluster of grapes appears, and a whole vineyard, thick with clusters, and the path along the vineyard, a sunlit road, summer heat...

i'm twenty-seven."

LOVE

apparently this is this man's only novel (novella actually, i think)
it is called envy
read it

so scott just got one of those absurd myspace accounts. for him, i suppose, it is not so absurd because it helps promote the magazine.

but

it has caused me to think terrible thoughts, like...
"maybe i SHOULD get a myspace account after all!"

sigh

should i jump on the mindless bandwagon? who will be my friend?!!!