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| 2007-07-07: La vie en prose She listened to jazz when she was alone. There was a jazz station on the radio that took a while to find, but it played a large selection of jazz, all the time. Even when the radio station played songs she didn’t like, she made an effort to appreciate them. Because jazz was the one thing they didn’t have in common definitely and, actually, she didn’t know anyone who listened to jazz. She decided that liking jazz music could be her thing, and this is why one day she listened to “My Heart Belongs to Daddy” straight through, instead of just switching stations. Birds in London do exactly in the sky what you’d expect a bird to do, which is what they do on television, which is where expectations are created. They sort of hover majestically in the sky and swoop as though there is a strong current of jazz lifting them – one that you could even hear if you were watching this bird swoop in the sky, but on television. Everything I know, I learned from television. The rest I learned in University. Drop stitch - 2009-11-24 A vast distance - 2009-11-23 Night trains - 2009-11-22 Please - 2009-11-22 Surely Hal has more references - 2009-11-21 |