i just finished up a very enjoyable read – kafka on the shore by haruki murakami. it’s just the sort of book i want to write – blending the lines between fiction and history and philosophy and science fiction in less than 400 pages. you should read it.
another book you should read: kurt vonnegut’s a man without a country. this book had me in stiches last saturday night when emily and i went to the laundromat to wash every last bit of trey’s washables. emily was trying to study, and i kept saying “ok, i promise this is the last time i’ll distract you, but you have got to listen to this!”
i’m not very good at keeping promises, i guess. unless i really mean them.
my dream? to take over an abandoned building with a couple of friends in a place with squatter’s rights. an infoshop/bike collective on the bottom floor, a few floors of living space (turned livable one room at a time), and an organic roof garden. maybe a darkroom in the basement. a reading room where sunlight streams in through the window in the morning.
there it is, universe. let this be the beginning of speaking dreams into truth.
for the rest of today, well, i’m taking trey out to eat indian food, and then we’re going to see “rent” at the dollar theater. in between, errands and good conversation.
