Thursday, October 30, 2008

Fragmentary Day

I stopped blogging for a long time, I don't know why, comfort perhaps. Stimulus to restart? "Holocause is Coming", "All Jews Must Die" and "Juden Mord" written in chalk on the road outside my house in Golders Green - not targetted at me, but at the local community. I thought our area was wonderfully mixed - Hindus, muslims, jews and Eastern Europeans - turns out someone disagrees.

Uncomfortable with fiction where necessity is for realism.

I'm reading Norwegian Wood at the moment. Haruki Murakami is really the paragon of lonely, alienated writing - makes me feel cold and alone just reading his wonderful communication of bachelor tedium.

Glad at my suppression of overly-snobbish disgust instinct at African woman carefully-but-gruesomely handlessly-eating fruit from a plastic bag and spitting pips on tube this morning.

Got scammed on my company credit card - smooth, fluffy feeling of calmness has been replaced by cold depressed anger.

Oh, god, driving lesson. Turning into a free-travelling grown-up is so much work, especially in these dark days.

1 comment:

Iain said...

You're learning to drive? Why is it that so many of my friends can't drive or don't have cars? Very odd.

Anyway, I feel your pain. I've been paying for Fleur's driving lessons, and after nearly 30 lessons and £600, she still hasn't mastered the three-point turn. Not exactly what I'd call a great return on my investment. Even so, I'm still probably better off than if I'd invested it in the stock market...