The News

With my new Freddy Krueger Nikes and my long-board which I have yet to give a nickname I went out across Barbur Blvd to the network of empty parking lots and wove an invisible web around the place, swooping in and out along the parameters and filling them in like water in a container of any shape and size. I surfed down some nice hills and after the curve in each at the bottom straightened out for a long time and didn't have to keep pumping because my craft carried me far as I could hope.
Now I am drinking iced tea and planning to watch some "Curb Your Enthusiasm," season 6.
Work has been boring, but I have to give a presentation a week from tomorrow. I'm pretty nervous about it even though I haven't even started preparing. Today at work I entered academic standards into a database entirely in Arabic. That might have been the highlight of my work day, except for my lunch break when I browsed fiction at Borders on 3rd and Morrison.
Last night I finished reading "Blood Meridian" by Cormac McCarthy. I have a new favorite book. It blew me away. Aspects of it remind me of Herman Melville in its expansiveness and biblical quality. It also reminds me of Mark Twain in terms of his use of vernacular. And then maybe bits of "American Psycho" when it comes to the violence which seems to blow up every page. It was brilliant though. Cormic McCarthy has his own writing style entirely that I haven't seen elsewhere, regardless of things that seem familiar (as I just mentioned above). Those analogies were made for a lack of better description. Awesome book.
I try to write creatively here and there when the opportunity and inspiration both allot. I am inspired many times, but I cannot form words to go with the emotions. I'll capture them sometime. There have been moments when I capture in writing a feeling I had long long ago tha I once could not put into writing. Then the feeling, or a similar one, would return and in a form that is very amenable to cast into letters. Those are good moments.
This next year is still pretty unclear. My work seems to be considering a place for me, but I do not know where I would fit in and if I want to go through another winter here. In fact, I don't, especially if I don't start doing some brainwork, or at least something slightly more interesting than countless permutations of the Copy-and-Paste tasks.
I found out yesterday that my cousin in Shenzhen is getting married next month. So much for going there for their wedding. I don't think there will be much fanfare though. I'll try to get around to mailing a card. Turns out his girlfriend is 2 months pregnant as well, which means 任之 will be father this coming year, 2010.
Now I must watch 1.5 hours of what Alexei and I call "Curbage"...