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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 So far I've struggled to maintain unpublished.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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2003-12-11
Sometimes the timing is impeccable. I had ordered Emma who Saved My Life, the only book by Wilton Barnhardt that I didn’t have, from the UEB. All in hopes that they’d be able to succeed where everyone else had failed. It’s apparently not an easy book to get a hold of. Today, they had it in. Today, and not in January as I had planned it. Today. Damn. Now it’s there, taunting me until I return after the holiday, hiding in their shelf behind the counter. But still, they managed to get it, which says a whole lot.
I can understand the pleasures of good food, but doesn’t this whole eat for survival bit seem a bit hokey? To my mind, photosyntesis and beer should work just as fine...
