..::sparkle and fade::..

..::13.08:06::..
i'm not sure really where to start. i have a lot of things going on...and my list i started for this entry as a memento to my san fran trip is at work...so i'll go with what i have here that's too much of a pain to carry.

i read blindness semi-recently...it's pulitzer prize winner and originally in portuguese. the translator died during the revision process and i zoned out about 7/8ths of the way into the book. i'm not sure if it was the book or what, but let's say i was aptly disappointed when i finished reading the book that at hte get go, and for the large part of things, was really one of the better books i've read in a long, long time. skip forward past an awful days-of-our-lives-condensed-into-400-some-odd-pages aka best seller in australia, mindless read that proved to be more mindless than desired...and go to deafness...a book i'd grabbed almost two years ago, and thought that i'd lost...save the fact that it has an oprah magazine quote on the cover and a hideous cover in general....it was an a amazing book...and the fact that it was deafness after blindness was just irresistible.

..::worth remembering::..
"so lightly, in his dreams he could not tell if her fingers were receiving his thoughts in the dark."
"it was the hands that revealed in final argument: clencehd in anger, relaxed in acquiescence, seized in a posture of surprise or forgiveness, or taken unawares."
"these are the sights the mind gorges on in horror forever, jimmy," and jim knew that he was right."
"she raised the silk and pressed it to the soft spot below her ribcage, the spot at the centre. the place of the onset of breath before it becomes song."
"mother had sent a word to grania in the language of hands."
"i dream of standing in one spot and believing you are there."
"he stood beside her chair, his presence breaking into her thoughts."
"if we could decapitate a singer in the midst of a song...the beauty fo the voice would be gone, and you would simply have a reed-like effect." --alexander graham bell.

unrelated:
brain synapses. tend to be something of a rarity these days. either you have the same ones and they fire and make sense. or you don't. and people get you. or they don't. i talked to kitty's daddy tonight for the first time in a long while. andi feel very fortunate. fortunate to be who i am. have hte parents that i have. and to have not had to endure a divorce at a young age. i'm tearing up now thinking about what he told me...the heartache. and what grownups put youth through without being aware. it's unfairl. and cruel. and i beg of any of you that should you one day have kids (not sure about htat one for me) that you consider them equally as much if not more so than yourselves...and realize that in this day and age people do judge you on how much you spend on your damn stroller...even if it's from a standpoint of brain juggling.