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owlectomyLibrary books!
-Shigeru Naoya short stories in an adapted-for-insufficiently-literate-children edition
-A book about Abe no Seimei
-Books on fantasy and 'techno-gothic' (gothic and cyberpunk, hm?) by Kotani Mari, feminist SF critic and translator of Joanna Russ's "How to Suppress Women's Writing" into Japanese
-A history of Japanese children's literature
-"Almost Transparent Blue," by Murakami Ryuu, because I thought I should. It's about junkies. There's a scene with a cockroach and eeeew.
(And I ordered some new books from the online Japanese bookstore, because they sent me a 500-yen gift certificate).
It was a good day until I sort of backed into someone in a parking lot. No damage done, but very distressing nonetheless--totally my own fault.
I am once again distressed that living a non-hermit life requires a skill that is both hard and likely to be fatal and expensive when you do it badly.
(Upon further consideration, this has nothing, no, nothing, on the time Middle Sister drove an expensive car [Mercedes, maybe?] into the limousine of a minor relative-of-a-diplomat [if I remember correctly] in Paris, which she spent much of the next year paying for, so, eh, I'm not going to continue feeling that bad about it any more. Sibling rivalry: sometimes it's depressing. Sometimes it's positively wonderful).
-Shigeru Naoya short stories in an adapted-for-insufficiently-literate-children edition
-A book about Abe no Seimei
-Books on fantasy and 'techno-gothic' (gothic and cyberpunk, hm?) by Kotani Mari, feminist SF critic and translator of Joanna Russ's "How to Suppress Women's Writing" into Japanese
-A history of Japanese children's literature
-"Almost Transparent Blue," by Murakami Ryuu, because I thought I should. It's about junkies. There's a scene with a cockroach and eeeew.
(And I ordered some new books from the online Japanese bookstore, because they sent me a 500-yen gift certificate).
It was a good day until I sort of backed into someone in a parking lot. No damage done, but very distressing nonetheless--totally my own fault.
I am once again distressed that living a non-hermit life requires a skill that is both hard and likely to be fatal and expensive when you do it badly.
(Upon further consideration, this has nothing, no, nothing, on the time Middle Sister drove an expensive car [Mercedes, maybe?] into the limousine of a minor relative-of-a-diplomat [if I remember correctly] in Paris, which she spent much of the next year paying for, so, eh, I'm not going to continue feeling that bad about it any more. Sibling rivalry: sometimes it's depressing. Sometimes it's positively wonderful).