I'm tired. I've just read 140 straight pages of Jun'ichiro Tanizaki.
Quiet weekend, on the whole...Friday night I went up to International House, on Riverside Drive, for some cheap beers and a surprisingly good live band. Reminded me of nothing so much as a Wadham college bop, except there was no smoking, nobody was snogging and it wasn't nearly so sweaty.
Picked up a standard lamp for my room on Saturday, from a fellow grad student who didn't need it. Walked ten blocks back to my place carrying it...but this is New York. Nobody bats an eyelid. It made me wonder how wierd I would have to get for people to stare.
I've been reading Ihara Saikaku, 好色一代女, "A Woman who Loved Love", for the Edo lit class. It's surprisingly racy stuff for 400 years ago. Page 114, footnote 116 reads simply "Using a dildo". I'll leave you to look it up. Who says Classical Japanese is boring?
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Why the hell haven't you talked about the cricket?
I was terrified that your blog entry would just be a load of stats or something.
I was equally terrified to read about 400 year old J-porn though. Well done.
Dude, unlike you lot I actually have to work (=study) here. Anyway, I've made a passing reference above, just for you.
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