dem andenken eines engels
So what should show up in the mail yesterday but a venerable, travel-worn copy of the Berg violin concerto as interpreted by Anne-Sophie Mutter, in a stylish all-sable case. This is among the best valentines I have ever received, perhaps second only to the fortune cookies of 2001.
Lost in Translation struck me as a highly intelligent, very sad mood piece; I'm not sure I loved it, but it certainly made me feel lonely, which in that strange way I appreciate. Will Users Pay to Get Friends? We just might. I can't take these cities; I want to go back to the farm, plant an apple orchard, and grow old.
