The Weird.

Came across a collection of short stories in Norwegian i happened to rather like today. Fine, jovial, if perhaps sometimes slightly eerie shorts by a man called Jan Grue. Skirting the outlines of intertextuality, research programs into shared consciousness and experiences of individual primacy in relation to libraries. Which are spaces that i quite enjoy hiccuping my way through. He writes in a tone of joviality and light heartedness which manages to keep me treading through the pages. Which isn`t particularly bad for a Norwegian novelist, my attractors in that world are few and far between.

I`ve also started on J.D. Salinger`s "Franny And Zooey", Franny and the horrors visited upon her over the course of a lunch with Mr. Handsome was sad to behold. The incapacity for mutualism or at least complementarity in conversations and ways of relating to the world has long been a reason for anguish, both for me and the species. I remember making a valiant (hrrrmph!) effort at being elaborative and consistent in my internal structure, which at times benefited me, and at times caused wonderful repetitions of the theme from our high school trip to Scotland to play out. Ne`er had i thought that one could be considered thusly in the know (and therefore horribly important) just because one when asked presented what information one had on a topic.
Oh dearest Franny, caught in a web of wondering over the power of borders between repetition, language, action, interaction, cause, effect and the usual assortment of experiences which our many institutions and individuals have conveyed the experiences of in a varied and confusing manner.
Which is for the best, since we all love variety. Isn`t that so? Yes it is to me at least.

I`m becoming obnoxiously healthy in my daily routines. If i manage to work in a more consistent manner with maths then I might establish base competences in the field by may of next year. YAY! Good to have something to work forward with.

Now if I`ll be excused, me and Zooey need to become acquainted.

In other news. This song



still manages to bring me close enough to a breakdown to make it sublime to listen to. (If it`s the "Live at Limbo" version, that is.) At times it feels really rotten to be so fond of fragility. And at times it`s a blessing to be cherished. Ah well.