umberto eco has got a new book out. something i think i will relish when the holidays come. the hard copy with non glossy pages and pictures...a book all about books, how alluring that is.

just when i discovered ali smith [via penguin's 70th anniversay little booklet ali smith's supersonic 70s] she has released a new book 'the accidental', which i will probably also attain and drink up when the holidays come.

and i've fallen quite into e.e. cummings and woolf again [another penguin's little booklet], but i shudder looking at the s.p. book of poetry on the shelf and cannot bring myself to touch it for a while.

and i was lazing on my lorelei [ee jie]'s bed in her place with comfy things like the breeze, the greens outside and a high ceiling of white walls when i chanced upon two issues of 'the new yorker', which delighted me with endless prose-like articles, even one 10 page one on rem koohlas [with poems and little witty cartoons sprinkled around the article, now how delightful!] and we had ice cream with baileys. my lorelei.

and today there was gilmore girls on tv, and i wondered if i should do a shoulder bob like rory. that i did the last time. the next time i chop of the domineering locks, i'll do a wispy chic bob like i had back in jc. erasure and beginning.