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Feb. 20th, 2002 12:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikMike Tyson says he's "...not Charles Manson."
Well, certainly not. He's neither charismatic nor a poet. Could you imagine Tyson motivating ANYONE to go on a killing spree? With THAT voice?
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So- anybody ever read Kathe Koja? I read her stuff years ago and needed something to read so I picked up Strange Angels this afternoon before leaving for work... it's amazing. Theres a slow dreamlike quality that draws you in- it's about a photographer with artists block who becomes friends with one of his girlfriend's patients, a schizophrenic artist. Friendship becomes an unhealthy relationship as the photographer is drawn into the artist's world. I'm 2/3rds of the way through the book and a third party, a woman who spent time at the same hospital as the artist. I had to put it down for a while. It was ... un quieting. I've not been drawn into a book like this since Caitlin Kiernan's Threshold.
It also reminded me of what my life used to be like. Nowadays' it's pretty boring, but back in 93/94 (93/94? It HAD to have been longer ago than that... sigh) when I got the book it was... uneven. The power was out in my apartment and a pipe had broken. Cold and damp... lovely. My employer at the time was moving into a condo and she hadn't gotten out of her old place so she let me stay there for a while. I'm not sure if I was fixing for a cold or... um... not. But I remember the nyquil. Sleeping on the floor in the condo, at least it was warm. But dark. I don't think she had the power turned on yet... I remember the dark. Like a lot of these buildings here, it probably had steam heat included. Not sure. I don't remember a lot from this time. Which is a good thing probably. I didn't remember any of this til I started reading this book, an advance readers copy I had gotten at work. That was one of the perks of the job. Despite... whatever was going on, I can proudly say I kept my job. I guess that was my yard stick... 1 job/ 3 employers/ 10+ years. Not a bad record. "That which does not destroy me," I guess. Right now, I'm pretty close to the pinnacle- not quite there, but almost. Happier now than I've been in years.
Thank you, Jeebus.
Well, certainly not. He's neither charismatic nor a poet. Could you imagine Tyson motivating ANYONE to go on a killing spree? With THAT voice?
--
So- anybody ever read Kathe Koja? I read her stuff years ago and needed something to read so I picked up Strange Angels this afternoon before leaving for work... it's amazing. Theres a slow dreamlike quality that draws you in- it's about a photographer with artists block who becomes friends with one of his girlfriend's patients, a schizophrenic artist. Friendship becomes an unhealthy relationship as the photographer is drawn into the artist's world. I'm 2/3rds of the way through the book and a third party, a woman who spent time at the same hospital as the artist. I had to put it down for a while. It was ... un quieting. I've not been drawn into a book like this since Caitlin Kiernan's Threshold.
It also reminded me of what my life used to be like. Nowadays' it's pretty boring, but back in 93/94 (93/94? It HAD to have been longer ago than that... sigh) when I got the book it was... uneven. The power was out in my apartment and a pipe had broken. Cold and damp... lovely. My employer at the time was moving into a condo and she hadn't gotten out of her old place so she let me stay there for a while. I'm not sure if I was fixing for a cold or... um... not. But I remember the nyquil. Sleeping on the floor in the condo, at least it was warm. But dark. I don't think she had the power turned on yet... I remember the dark. Like a lot of these buildings here, it probably had steam heat included. Not sure. I don't remember a lot from this time. Which is a good thing probably. I didn't remember any of this til I started reading this book, an advance readers copy I had gotten at work. That was one of the perks of the job. Despite... whatever was going on, I can proudly say I kept my job. I guess that was my yard stick... 1 job/ 3 employers/ 10+ years. Not a bad record. "That which does not destroy me," I guess. Right now, I'm pretty close to the pinnacle- not quite there, but almost. Happier now than I've been in years.
Thank you, Jeebus.
