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Weblog | I don't like the word blog, it's ugly. Anyway, new content happens here. (Swedish dito)
About me and the site | Twenty-something male who likes text. Obsessed with things such as books, reality, communication, and one or two tv-shows.
Archives | Things written here since... well, 2001. Some of it is good, some is utter shait.
Books | Books read, not books written. So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.
Photo | I like my camera and it likes me.
Links | Outwards, away, flee.
e-mail | J. Nicklas Andersson
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2001-09-11
I’ll never finish a book again in my life.
This weekend I read Emma Bull’s War for the Oaks, it was pretty good actually. Shortly after I was finished, on the other side of the globe, she fell during a performance at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. And broke her arms — badly.
I’m usually not this self-centred, but just in case it really is my fault that bad things happen in life: I’ll never finish a book. Well, perhaps not. But just in case, I’ll try it out on this God awful literature we had to read last semester in media and communication-class.
To echo the words of some people in rec.arts.sf.fandom: I can’t get that R.E.M.-song out of my head.
