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hugs, contraception, multilingualism, and the option of marriage for all

NOTE: My journal is friends only as of 8/08. I do not appreciate people who friend me silently. People who do this: I will never friend you back and you will not be able to read anything I write. I have no problem with people who comment or send me a message and add me (it helps if you say how you found my journal). More than likely I will add you back sooner or later. Cheers. :)

Everything is on the point of decline...even the sheets of paper on which one endeavors to put together a few words and sentences seem covered in mildew. For days and weeks one racks one's brains to no avail, and, if asked, one could not say whether one goes on writing purely out of habit, or a craving for admiration, or because one knows not how to do anything other, or out of sheer wonderment, despair or outrage, any more than one could say whether writing renders one more perceptive or more insane.
-W.G. Sebald (translated by Michael Hulse)

The purpose of a human life is to love whoever is around to be loved. -Kurt Vonnegut

In the shop window you have promptly identified the cover with the title you were looking for. Following this visual trail, you have forced your way through the shop past the thick barricade of Books You Haven't Read, which were frowning at you from the tables and shelves, trying to cow you. But you know you must never allow yourself to be awed, that among them there extend for acres and acres the Books You Needn't Read, the Books Made For Purposes Other Than Reading, Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong To The Category Of Books Read Before Being Written. And thus you pass the outer girdle of ramparts, but then you are attacked by the infantry of the Books That If You Had More Than One Lifetime You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered. With a rapid maneuver you bypass them and move into the phalanxes of the Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First, the Books Too Expensive Now And You'll Wait Till They're Remaindered, the Books Ditto When They Come Out In Paperback, Books You Can Borrow From Somebody, Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too. Eluding these assaults, you come up beneath the towers of the fortress, where other troops are holding out:

the Books You've Been Planning To Read For Ages,
the Books You've Been Hunting For Years Without Success,
the Books Dealing With Something You're Working On At The Moment,
the Books You Want To Own So They'll Be Handy Just In Case,
the Books You Could Put Aside Maybe To Read This Summer,
the Books You Need To Go With Other Books On Your Shelves,
the Books That Fill You With Sudden, Inexplicable Curiosity, Not Easily Justified.

Now you have been able to reduce the countless embattled troops to an array that is, to be sure, very large but still calculable in a finite number; but this relative relief is then undermined by the ambush of the Books Read Long Ago Which It's Now Time to Reread and the Books You've Always Pretended To Have Read And Now It's Time To Sit Down And Really Read Them.

With a zigzag dash you shake them off and leap straight into the citadel of New Books Whose Author Or Subject Appeals To You. Even inside this stronghold you can make some breaches in the ranks of the defenders, dividing them into New Books By Authors Or On Subjects Not New (for you or in general) and New Books By Authors Or On Subjects Completely Unknown (at least to you), and defining the attraction they have for you on the basis of your desires and needs for the new and the not new (for the new you seek in the not new and for the not new you seek in the new).

All this simply means that, having rapidly glanced over the titles of the volumes displayed in the bookshop, you have turned toward a stack of If on a winter's night a traveler fresh off the press, you have grasped a copy, and you have carried it to the cashier so that your right to own it can be established.

You cast another bewildered look at the books around you (or, rather: it was the books that looked at you, with the bewildered gaze of dogs who, from their cages in the city pound, see a former companion go off on the leash of his master, come to rescue him), and out you went.
-Italo Calvino

About me:
I hug trees.

People, too. If you need a hug, just ask. :)

耳をすませば mood theme courtesy nekonobasu.
asian small-clawed otters, asking for keisaku, aung san suu kyi, bastard toadflax, being a linguistics nerd, being a squeeing fangirl, being cryptic, being in the forest, being squozen, biking to the lake, casey neill, chimpanzees, comas of happiness, communing with my mountains, cooking for other people, corgies with soft ears, crepe ice cream cones, curling up with books, dar, douglas firs, dressing up, ending rape culture, ending slut-shaming, enlightenment cake, explaining things in japanese, firefly, free ice cream, fresh donuts, friends who are there, frolicking in the rain, gallivanting about the world, galway, getting lost in tokyo, getting paid, getting snail mail, giving speech therapy, great big sea, great books, green tiki cats, having a snuggle buddy, hills with sparkling windmills, hug monkeys, hugging cedar trees, hugs, human rights, ice cream mochi, ideas, inari zushi, independent bookstores, indigo girls, interpreting on the fly, jane goodall, japanese, kayaking, kissing rats, liking my haircut, linguistics, looking up at stars, loulis, love letters, macalester college, making avocado slushes, making people laugh, maps, matilda, miyazaki movies, moja, mount rainier, mousehunt, music that evokes tears, mutts, my awesome classmates, my blanky, my diva cup, my gai-tan gumi, my ratty tummy, my suteki na boushi, nonhuman apes, not being depressed, not being heartbroken, not being hurt, not being suddenly hated, not freaking out, not having writer's block, not hurting loved ones, obaachan, pacific northwest native plants, pad thai, passing jlpt 1級, passports with interesting stamps, peace, people loving me, people loving me back, people thinking i'm japanese, philosophical musing, photographing mountains and trees, picking monk brains, polar fleece, polylingualism, postcards from rare countries, postcrossing, princess cimorene, puppy therapy, reading murakami in japanese, real hugs, remembering vivid good dreams, requited love, richard hugo house, riding the yamanote sen, rock climbing, sea otters, seattle, singing along, sitting zazen, sleeping soundly, snowshoeing, snuggling, soft squishy people, sogenji, speaking other languages, strawberry tofu smoothies, street scrambling, survival, sword fern, talking to chimpanzees, tamago donburi, tatu, tenor saxophone solos, teriyaki tofu, the big friendly giant, the cascades, the paperboys, the smile sign, toby my ibook, traveling to distant lands, used bookstores, using my library card, using people as pillows, vegetarian food, waffles with whipped cream, waseda university, washoe, wearing samugi, ɱ *hugs*, すべての常用漢字を覚える, ペラペラになる, 富士山を見える, 日本語, 曽源寺, 耳をすませば