magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Two bridges.

9 July 2011

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I've finally gotten into the swing of my summer reading over the last week or so. Coinciding roughly with taking up drinking caffeine again, though currently only a big glass of iced Earl Grey in the morning.1 I finished Jonathan Letham's Chronic City and Will Self's Liver last week, and am nearly through Scarlet Thomas's Our Tragic Universe. Feeling that it was maybe speeding by a little too quickly, I also started The Complete Stories of Lydia Davis this afternoon. Though stylistically very different, both are very sad (and at times funny) and both make me want to write.

[Obviously there was to be something about walking across bridges in here.]


1. The tumble off the wagon was coffee, and happened at brunch at Julia and Matt's last Saturday. And conversely, I've stopped taking the ADD meds that I've been on for a little over a year; I'm not sure they really ever caused much more of an effect than a cup of strong coffee anyway.