I was picking up something, maybe a comforter, from the floor in granny's room, and it ripped a thin strip of veneer off the side of the old desk we picked up at the store off 202 in the fall of 1998, back when we were living in Somerville and still a pair of young of academics with a dog.
I stuck the veneer back on, and it stayed there, however precariously.
It was all so deeply metaphorical, as we shall see.
George Perec built his classic 1978 novel Life: A User's Manual, around descriptions and stories associated with objects in a Parisian apartment building. This would be an interesting exercise in our house.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Thin veneer
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That is a great picture of you. I had forgotten when your hair was so long. Has anything else grown?
No no, that dude, we use to party with him. He had the killer skunk bud. I think his name is Jerome. Had a nice lefty jumpshot but he smelled like ass. Last I heard he was following Phish around the country and selling vitamins.
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