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Yesterday, apparently, was the 20th anniversary of Infinite Jest. Huzzah! I must read more of Wallace’s work.
Went to the opening of The Golden Age at the STC a week or two ago. Forgot to mention that. Battered zucchini flowers at the after party. Not a fan. (Rest was lovely though.) Possibly my first experience with zucchini flowers. Deflowered, if you will. Hur hur hur.
I have been enraptured with a game called The Witness at the moment. Designed by Jonathon Blow. Puzzle game, exploring an island. Philosophical under-and-over-tones. Glorious. Masterpiece, even. Masterpiece of the form, anyway.
It’s gotten to the point now where I can watch a subtitled anime on one half of my laptop screen, while browsing the internet on the other half, if I so desire. I know that what I’m doing is what a person must be doing if they’re speed reading. Why then, does it not translate to my normal reading? The only way I can effectively browse the internet is to read the entire subtitle in less than half a second.
Just occurred to me today.
Kuroko’s Basketball, if anyone is wondering. (The anime.)
Boxing Day. Christmas come and gone. The ticket to Arcadia was transformed into a Christmas present, as was a 2TB external harddrive, the 3DS game Yo-kai Watch, Purity by Jonathan Franzen, and plenty of processed sweet (and some savoury) foods. Life of an only child. And now all the thieves know what to come and get, if they so desire…
I have read very little this year. In fact, throughout all my absence from this blog, I haven’t finished a book. Perhaps all this reflection of mine is more connected to literature than I thought.
Out of it for a bit, what.
Probably have to buy myself a ticket to that in February. Richard Cottrell directing. (He of Travesties directing.) $78 for an under 30 ticket. Used to be $30 when I first started going to the theatre.
A shooting has happened in America, live on television. A journalist in a mall, I believe, was interviewing someone, when a gunman, live on air, shot both the journalist and the cameraman, both dying.
I assume there is video of this. I have not watched it. Perhaps I will tomorrow. Probably I will see a somewhat sanitised version on a news report on the TV tomorrow. But I haven’t watched the footage tonight. Not because I have some moral reason for not doing so, but more because I don’t want the negativity, I think. There are enough bad parts of life; let me not add more to them.
I think it is that I can distance myself from the tragedy right now, but that my sense of empathy for the victims would be far more potent a feeling than my curiosity to watch it is now. Plus, it’s close to bed. No need for those types of dreams. (Although having written about it now, no doubt some of it will be part of my dreams.)