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Tomas Tranströmer: The Couple
They switch off the light and its white shade
glimmers for a moment before dissolving
like a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then up.
The hotel walls rise into the black sky.The movements of love have settled, and they sleep
but their most secret thoughts meet as when
two colours meet and flow into each other
on the wet paper of a schoolboy’s painting.It is dark and silent. But the town has pulled closer
tonight. With quenched windows. The houses have approached.
They stand close up in a throng, waiting,
a crowd whose faces have no expressions.(Translation: Robin Fulton)
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Watching Fiona “I’ve slept with Saffron Burrows and you haven’t” Shaw being brilliant on True Blood reminded me of her amazing turn as a psychotic villain in Undercover Blues. A terrible movie made watchable by a plethora of great character actors: Stanley Tucci, Park Overall, Larry Miller, Marshall Bell, Saul Rubinek, Richard Jenkins.
We need more movies that have good roles for people like this.
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So I help make slot machines now. With a group of nice people. Would never have predicted this.
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One margarita at happy hour made me feel all achy and bleh. I should clearly either have a) no margaritas or b) many margaritas.
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Suddenly hit by a wave of angst and ennui. As though a Frenchman just walked over my grave.
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This day just doesn’t feel very real to me somehow. It’s as though I’m trapped in the dullest VR ever.
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Note to the student intern who inhabits my cube on days when i don’t: “Please throw out your food trash in the break room — they’re still only emptying these cans once a month. By which point your Wendy’s bag will have discovered the wheel, if not fire. And nobody wants that.”
Am I too weird for an office environment? -
I appear to have missed a work birthday. There’s the large plastic container for the usual meh-flavored sheet cake on the break room table.
Of course, nobody in an office setting would be caught dead taking the last slice of a cake. Instead, it slowly gets nibbled away as if by cubical mice, shrinking infinitesimally as people keep taking half, then half again. The last piece takes roughly five times as long to go as the entire rest of the cake, until someone either just throws it away or sneaks it when nobody’s in the room.
Xeno’s Paradox Cake.
