Welcome to the second newsletter. Perhaps you are quite surprised that it's already beginning to turn into such a regular affair; I am too, completely bowled over. This is in part due to the fact that, unsurprisingly, it's actually a lot easier to be a regular newsletter than a sometimes one, but I will maintain that it's sometimes, because who knows what could happen between now and next Saturday. Do you? I mean, it's quite feasible that during the week I could get flattened by a truck, or my watch could stop working, or I could forget to get out of bed for 8 days. I mean, anything. We should really begin, and I should really take that old banana out of the fruit bowl.
THINGS THAT HAPPENED ON THE BLOG THIS WEEK:
Absolutely nothing. Oh damn. That's bad, I should do something about that, maybe distract you with nice pictures.
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Here is a photo of some houses near me, and also the ocean (not near me) to distract you while I think about possible blog posts for the coming week.
BOOK-RELATED NEWS:
My copy of the Japanese translation arrived, and it's so cute. I mean, they did a very, very good job of making sure that the whole of Japan falls into serious love with it (fingers crossed).
Did you know that when you take off it's oh-so-colourful jacket, it's cover is white and zen and perfect? Now you do. To your right are two Japanese words to help you on your way. Which reminds me of that one time when I took a ceramics course and my bowl broke (terribly sad).
BONUS BOOK THING:
I now have a few signed copies of Lost in Translation available (the US edition), so if you're interested, go get 'em. They sell like hot cakes, but don't taste as good.
Wait. Does anybody actually know what hot cakes are? Are they a particular type of cake? Do they remain hot for long?
THINGS NOBODY ELSE HAS SEEN EVER:
1. You remember Roger? Well, nobody else has seen this guy yet (he's scheduled to be posted on Monday), but here is Patrick. His feelings about this jumper will be ready for his official posting, stay tuned.
2. That time when I knocked over the black ink while working in Switzerland. Probably happened because I was reaching for some cursed cup of tea.
3. A Neil Armstrong quote from a long time ago. I have zero recollection of making this, but the sentiment is factual, slightly sobering, and beautiful. To be honest, this would be a hard thing to achieve, although it kind of depends on your definition of a wasted heartbeat.
I don't think I'm doing too badly on this front. I guess the luftmensch among you know the value of time spent in your own head, in the space between spaces.
The end.
Not so bad, I can now breathe a Friday-night sigh of satisfied relief and crawl into bed. I generally sleep like a caffeinated gnome, so if anyone has any thoughts on that, let me know. If you aren't familiar with the sleeping practices of caffeinated gnomes, they sleep badly and then wake up in moods even Zeus would slowly back away from. I'm a delightful person, and am looking forward to oversharing next week.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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