Jean Genet in Tangier --Mohamed Choukri
Wittgenstein's Mistress --David Markson
The Wind-up Bird Chronicles --Haruki Murakami (for the umpteenth time)

On the subway in Tokyo, meaning to say "Please sit down" in Japanese to an old woman, but instead saying "Please touch me"

I'd come across as a pervert if I answered this question honestly.

I pretty much celebrate looking like myself.

'I am committed to customer service.'

At a hotspring bath in the Japan Alps, under a light dusting of snow, reading a sign that says "Do not look the monkeys in the eye for they will attack you."

Anything slow and moody and a little dirty will do the trick.

shoes, coffee, books, pen and paper

two is sexy;
three is sexier

books and and toys and crisp white bed linens.

I'm weird. (kooky-weird not psycho-weird.) I'm slightly feline. I knit. I have a wicked laugh. I'm half a yoga teacher.
I can live on soup. I have a rare recessive gene that allows me to make my tongue into a clover leaf.

People with secrets tend to be drawn to each other, not because they want to share what they know but because they need the company of the like-minded, the fellow afflicted.

Don DeLillo

(but I can't keep secrets for long)


*If you don't have a photo, don't bother*