Uneventful

Today being what it is (Oscar Sunday... first weekend after hell weekend... I don't know...?) I obviously didn't meet anyone interesting.  So my first real post won't be from me at all, but an excerpt from a book that I'm returning to after a long absence.  This is what my life is like in my head on those days when perhaps I don't do anything other than wake up, interrupt whatever my roommate is doing to tell him about the strange dream I had, make Japanese curry with coconut salmon over soba noodles, talk to my mum on the phone, feed my sister leftovers, and then waste the rest of the day, culminating in brownies and the italian film La bestia nel cuore.  So I leave you to the word stylings of Norton Juster, who, given the option, would be my top choice for the author of any biography, novel or screenplay you like. 

As he and his unhappy thoughts hurried along (for while he was never anxious to be where he was going, he liked to get there as quickly as possible) it seemed a great wonder that the world, which was so large, could sometimes feel so small and empty.

'And worst of all,' he continued sadly, 'there's nothing for me to do, nowhere I'd care to go, and hardly anything worth seeing.'  He punctuated this last thought with such a deep sigh that a house sparrow singing nearby stopped and rushed home to be with his family.

Without stopping or looking up, Milo dashed past the buildings and busy shops that lined the street and in a few minutes reached home-dashed through the lobby-hopped onto the elevator-two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and off again-opened the apartment door-rushed into his room-flopped dejectedly into a chair, and grumbled softly, 'another long afternoon.'

He looked glumly at all the things he owned.  The books that were too much trouble to read, the tools he'd never learned to use, the small electric automobile he hadn't driven in months-or was it years?-and the hundreds of other games and toys, and bats and balls, and bits and pieces scattered around him.  And then, to one side of the room, just next to the phonograph, he noticed something he had certainly never seen before.

Mmmm... Doesn't it just make you wonder?