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Mar. 25th, 2003 03:24 pmit must be summer. i was out with bare arms just now...
that, and there was a fly in the kitchen. methinks i should clean it before we have an infestation. it's practically a biohazard as it is.
Today's Quote (a long one): "It is a kind of heaven. This is what i was made for. It is doing nothing. A fraud is being perpetrated: writing is not work, it's doing nothing. It's not a fraud: doing nothing is what I have to do to live. Or: doing writing is what I have to do to do nothing. Or: doing nothing is what I have to do to write. Or: writing is what I have to do to be my melancholy self. And be alone.
Moreover, I don't have to think about food. No one here now finds eating an essential part of their life. In addition to smoking, drinking coffee and writing, I make regular trips to the fridge to gaze on its cosmic emptiness. I adore its lit-up vacancy... There's a bit of inedible cheese, a jar of jalapeno chillies which I nibble at when I'm peckish. Every 36 hours to so I call in an emergency pizza. Another nice man on a bike brings it round. I do not die of starvation. I continue to drink coffee (sometimes tea), smoke, write and stare at the ceiling."
Jenny Diski, "Moving Day" in Don't
that, and there was a fly in the kitchen. methinks i should clean it before we have an infestation. it's practically a biohazard as it is.
Today's Quote (a long one): "It is a kind of heaven. This is what i was made for. It is doing nothing. A fraud is being perpetrated: writing is not work, it's doing nothing. It's not a fraud: doing nothing is what I have to do to live. Or: doing writing is what I have to do to do nothing. Or: doing nothing is what I have to do to write. Or: writing is what I have to do to be my melancholy self. And be alone.
Moreover, I don't have to think about food. No one here now finds eating an essential part of their life. In addition to smoking, drinking coffee and writing, I make regular trips to the fridge to gaze on its cosmic emptiness. I adore its lit-up vacancy... There's a bit of inedible cheese, a jar of jalapeno chillies which I nibble at when I'm peckish. Every 36 hours to so I call in an emergency pizza. Another nice man on a bike brings it round. I do not die of starvation. I continue to drink coffee (sometimes tea), smoke, write and stare at the ceiling."
Jenny Diski, "Moving Day" in Don't