life under the flight path

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I live the glamourous, rock and roll lifestyle of a full-time research assistant and unreformed introvert. Sometimes I need to get things out of my system, and at times this seems to be the best place to do that. Many entries are friends-locked.

'Some lines from Gilbert came into his mind, a vulgar silly jingle but
appropriate--something about 'discoursing on your complicated state
of mind'. Gilbert was a gifted little skunk. Did all his trouble,
then, simply boil down to that? Just complicated, unmanly
whinings; poor-little-rich-girl stuff? Was he no more than a
loafer using his idleness to invent imaginary woes? A spiritual
Mrs Wititterly? A Hamlet without poetry? Perhaps. And if so, did
that make it any more bearable? It is not the less bitter because
it is perhaps one's own fault, to see oneself drifting, rotting, in
dishonour and horrible futility, and all the while knowing that
somewhere within one there is the possibility of a decent human

Oh well, God save us from self-pity!'

- George Orwell, 'Burmese Days'

'I don’t know, maybe the world has two different kinds of people,
and for one kind the world is this logical, rice pudding place, and
for the other it’s all hit-or-miss macaroni cheese. I bet if those
tree frog parents of mine put rice pudding mix in the microwave
and got macaroni cheese when the bell rang, they’d just tell
themselves, “Oh, we must have put in macaroni cheese mix by
mistake,” or they’d take out the macaroni cheese and try to
convince themselves, “This looks like macaroni cheese, but actually
it’s rice pudding.” And if I tried to be nice and explain to them that
sometimes, when you put in rice pudding mix, you get macaroni
cheese, they would never believe me. They’d probably just get mad.
Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you, Mr Wind-up Bird?'

- Haruki Murakami, 'The Wind-up Bird Chronicle