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enteleinI'm stressing.
But I wandered to the gift shop in my building at my morning break anyhow, and participated in some retail therapy. I wandered through the little store and picked up cheap votive candles in burnt cinnamon and nutmeg scents, hand salve, peppermint oil (a strange liquid concoction by Burt's Bees that you drop onto your tongue to freshen your breath), and a few little glass ladybugs that were too cute to pass up. They made me think of the awesome beads![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
randomdreams has been making.
I also bought a copy of Jennifer Government today, but I am not sure when I will get to it. I finally finished The Little Friend, and I feel sort of empty and annoyed by that.
Our company was chosen as Company of the Month or something by the overpriced health club on the lower level, so I went to the conference room where they'd set up shop, and got myself a free five minute chair massage that was just below average. I ache more now than I did before I got the massage. Either my stress eclipsed whatever work the woman did in those few minutes, or she pressed in just the right spots to keep me unbalanced, physically, the rest of the day.
There is something to be said for massage that treats both left and right sides equally in terms of muscle work and soothing. The free massage felt all over the place, and too gentle. I felt, even as I sat solidly in the chair, that my body was leaning and careening all over the place. My chakras and crap whined and wriggled out of place or something, and it was only with steady breathing that I managed to eke out any sort of immediate benefit from her nimble yet meek hands.
My feet hurt.
I have too much to do before next week.
But I wandered to the gift shop in my building at my morning break anyhow, and participated in some retail therapy. I wandered through the little store and picked up cheap votive candles in burnt cinnamon and nutmeg scents, hand salve, peppermint oil (a strange liquid concoction by Burt's Bees that you drop onto your tongue to freshen your breath), and a few little glass ladybugs that were too cute to pass up. They made me think of the awesome beads
randomdreams has been making.I also bought a copy of Jennifer Government today, but I am not sure when I will get to it. I finally finished The Little Friend, and I feel sort of empty and annoyed by that.
Our company was chosen as Company of the Month or something by the overpriced health club on the lower level, so I went to the conference room where they'd set up shop, and got myself a free five minute chair massage that was just below average. I ache more now than I did before I got the massage. Either my stress eclipsed whatever work the woman did in those few minutes, or she pressed in just the right spots to keep me unbalanced, physically, the rest of the day.
There is something to be said for massage that treats both left and right sides equally in terms of muscle work and soothing. The free massage felt all over the place, and too gentle. I felt, even as I sat solidly in the chair, that my body was leaning and careening all over the place. My chakras and crap whined and wriggled out of place or something, and it was only with steady breathing that I managed to eke out any sort of immediate benefit from her nimble yet meek hands.
My feet hurt.
I have too much to do before next week.
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Date: 2003-01-24 10:30 am (UTC)http://www.complete-review.com/saloon/archive/200301c.htm#bk2
I have to say, I haven't read the novel proper, so I won't pretend to have an opinion on Literary Saloon's opinion, but based on the excerpts I've seen on Max Barry's own website I can't say that they're completely off-track. His writing reminds me of nothing so much as the hypertext-format-obsessed, short-attention-span-theatre splatter approach of J.C. Herz (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0316359580/o/qid%3D963362970/sr%3D2-3/104-6057039-6138311) and Jeff Gomez (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0684800993/qid=1043432837/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/104-6057039-6138311?v=glance&s=books); middling-fair writers who take a perfectly good idea and then ruin it with breathless, cartoony prose carelessly drafted in that hipper-than-thou sort of way.
Keep in mind, I just accused these people of having "hypertext-format-obsessed" prose styles and then went ahead and dropped two hyperlinks in the preceding paragraph myself. So, y'know, take my comments with the requisite grain of salt, but do let me know what you think of Jennifer Government, because I'm curious.