Tuesday, November 18, 2014

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Monthly Reads: October 2014

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami
A new Murakami book was great kick off last month. I can't say it was incredibly surprising, or that it was very different to me from many of his other books. But that's not exactly why I keep reading his novels. It's like seeing a friend you've known for a very long time--you know them pretty well and there's something quite comforting about that. This book is one that doesn't have that element of magic realism to it. The first Murakami novel I read, Norwegian Wood, was like that too, and it's my favorite. A lot of reviews I've read are saying that the two are basically the same, but I have to disagree. Maybe I should go back and read Norwegian Wood, though. Not much else to say about this one, except no BINGO.

bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward
I've had this book for some months now and I finally finished it. It was one that is quick to read once you get the courage to dive into it simply because it's impossible to put down.

If I’m entirely honest,
and you say I must be
I want to stay with you all afternoon evening, night and tomorrow
pressed into you so tightly that we don’t know whose belly made what sound, whose heart it is that is thumping like that
until I don’t know if the sweat on my chest is yours or mine or ours.

                   - 'body'

Monday, November 17, 2014

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these cracked lips
remind me
of a time
i knew i had to leave
the sting--
my throat. my eyes. my pores.
so thirsty.
how i hate the wind
how the bitter snap slipped into our home (our warm home)
how it whips and returns for more
how it burns
how it burned
these cracked lips


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

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From that time I went to IKEA on a Saturday this summer

I can say with utmost certainty that when I pulled into the IKEA parking lot at 3:20 this afternoon, I muttered under my breath, "why am I doing this to myself?" I knew I was making a mistake.

I decided it would be a strategic move to enter from the exit, thinking that the affordably priced seating solutions I came for would be more toward the end than the beginning of the display, if not in the self serve furniture section. There were so many people that it was like being in line at Pirates of the Caribbean at Disneyland (again, on a weekend). I felt like I was a salmon swimming upstream to spawn, only the stream was a crazy furniture and child-filled maze. I passed through many couples and I wondered how many of those relationships would be stronger because of this trip to IKEA, and how many would end because of it.

Damn, the lighting fixture section. Keep walking. You don't need glowing orbs in your living room. How many other things are you going to get distracted by? How many different dishes can you put pastries on? But that one has a glass casing and a Swedish name with an umlaut over the o (arv br├Âllop in case you were wondering). But I guess I can stand to reorganize my spices so I should probably get these little jars. But you probably don't need succulents. Or fake succulents.

This place has everything. There are too many choices. I kind of want Swedish meatballs even though they're kind of gross. But I'll be damned if I don't leave this place without a vanilla cone.

You came here for stools, goddamnit. 

I power weave through mobs of families and find the stools at $4.99 each, as advertised. Perfect. Push this shipping container of a shopping cart to the register where I get into an 15-items-or-fewer express lane since I have 10 stools and 2 packs of glass spice containers. This woman, this indignant woman, gives me the stink eye because she has like 30 of the same item and I can tell she thinks this means that she has one item, meaning that she should be able to bypass this line entirely. Ugh. Dish some side eye back to her. Please.

I finally get the hell out of check out and am about to leave but before I stop to grab a vanilla cone, I see that the line is hella long. Surprise, another long line at IKEA. What else was I expecting? I contemplate standing in that line for 20 seconds. I make the better decision to forgo the vanilla cone (goodbye, sweet, delicious frozen treat) and walk away. As I walk out of IKEA, I see a kid in a shopping cart throwing a temper tantrum. It's like he is personifying my feelings for me. I deserved that vanilla cone.

Nothing left now but to go home, assemble stools, and put some spices into jars.


Monday, November 10, 2014

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Middle Harbor Shoreline Park

Just another beautiful Oakland sunset.

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