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So here I am in the countryside of Vermont, in a cafe with a scanner_darkly and his lovely sister for company. We are huddling over our laptops, cramming this small speck of civille life after our weekend diet of awesome organic produce and real human beings. I am slowly but surely developing an addiction to maple syrup and its byproducts, tempered only by the amount of pepperkakor I can magically disperse into thin air without anyone noticing. I will eventually get around to sampling more of the cheese. I've also managed to get some writing done, and have since been trying to tempt the Trusty Guide in the same direction, with the mild suggestion that I might hog the PSP for Final Fantasy Tactics when he does.

Among other things, I've been reading A Scanner Darkly. This makes sense. That is, my reason for reading the book and the book itself. I'm having a great time analysing the writing style as I go along. The melding of a split brain, and the prose used to describe it, is amazing. The voice is at once choppy and seamless. All the little tools of the text -- the poetry, the random German quotations, the alphabetical lists, the way everything mimics actual thought processes -- fascinates me.

The cafe is filled with mildly bored yuppie types. We were warned the food here was on creative side. I got myself a grilled zucchini and whiskey soup, which tasted like a good vegetable broth riddled with tomatoes, but neither very zucchini-like or whiskey-esque. Across the room, roughly two small tables down, two women discuss the true meaning of being an artist. The door of this place must stick. People keep managing to slam it against its frame as they come in. The cafe seems keen to support local artists, so the music piped from the bar combines what might be original numbers and covers by local musicians, including a toffee-sluggish yet lifelessly...interesting...cover of Voices Carry. Maybe they've switched it back to a real radio. The music just changed. Service is slow enough to be pleasant for the circumstances, which is to sit back and not worry about life. Coming here has reminded me of life in a family unit. It's a good perspective to have, being able to look in on a family instead of being part of it, and figure out that families are remarkably similar sometimes.

I am missing the fluffy cat, the Xbox and the Playstation 3, in that order. The Internet connection won't let me send out emails. I don't even want to know what will happen if I attempted to WoW. In the interests of writing, and how many bouts of Inkball and Mahjong Titans I can squeeze in between sentences, this may not be such a bad thing.


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Aug. 19th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
Woo! As a born Vermonter, maple syrup and derivatives truly rock :) Although if you indulge in maple sugar, don't settle for the blended type - get the ones that say pure maple sugar, not ones blended with cane sugar. There IS a marked difference. :)

I miss Vermont. Bet it's pretty, if hot, right now.
Aug. 26th, 2008 01:34 pm (UTC)
Vermont was lovely weather -- though I'm partial to sunny warmth in general. Maple syrup is addictive stuff. I had a maple creemee on my last day there, and that was tasty! Thanks to Seth, I've also learnt to put maple syrup in my coffee, with cream, and I'm still finding devious ways to use it in marinades and cookies. Suffice to say, I am convinced of its greatness!
Aug. 19th, 2008 07:27 pm (UTC)
Wait wait wait... you are in the US?

Your last entry confused me, but this one cleared things up. When do you two get back from Vermont, and when are your guys coming to have dinner at my place? You'd better. Don't make me angry.
Aug. 26th, 2008 01:37 pm (UTC)
Sure! We should have dinner together sometime soon!
Aug. 19th, 2008 07:40 pm (UTC)
You're in Vermont? Holy crow!
Aug. 26th, 2008 01:35 pm (UTC)
I'm in California now too!
Aug. 19th, 2008 07:44 pm (UTC)
you're in New England and probably only a couple hours drive away from me. *pouts*
Aug. 26th, 2008 01:36 pm (UTC)
*pets* But I was stuffed in a lake house for a week! And your couple of hours drive might really have been five, through verdant, twisty hills! *petpets*
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