i should be at a mika concert right now, but i’m not because the origin of love has broken a lot of my love for mika, so i put my ticket up for sale on craigslist at 3 pm today and sold it 30 minutes later. i find it interesting, though, how a disappointing third album from him will create such a change in me because i used to love him and his music, whereas a disappointing sixth album from muse doesn’t set my affections back that strongly. or maybe it’s really self-explanatory because muse had three very strong releases before the second law, and muse is rock, even though their new album is … dubious … to put it one way … but it retains rock elements, whereas mika veered off into pure pop territory, and i’ve little love for that part of the music universe to begin with anyway.
mika and muse = my two big anticipations from the west this year, and they both disappointed very much. sigh. metric’s synthetica, though, didn’t, thank goodness, and s. korea gave us eaeon (guilt-free) and nell (slip away), so it hasn’t been a failure of a year in music (but 2012 couldn’t disappoint because of them).
moseyed around the village today after selling my ticket — went to a bookstore and browsed books and purchased two (yep, sell ticket for cash, buy books, such is the natural sequence of things) (alain de boton’s how proust can change your life [in hopes that this will somehow kick my ass into gear in my still continuing goal to read proust, goddamnit] and michael chabon’s the amazing adventures of kavalier & clay). debated zadie smith’s white teeth, too, because zadie smith is on my list of authors i’d like to read then got myself a hazlenut latte from coffee bean because, thank goodness, there’s a coffee bean in the village. i tend to dislike coffee chains, but, you know, coffee bean was my favourite of the three (starbucks, coffee bean, peet’s — okay peet’s was a very, very close second) back in california, and that hasn’t changed. if new york city were overwhelmed with coffee bean instead of starbucks, i wouldn’t mind nearly as much.
my reading theme for autumn seems to be shaping up to be north korea. i read the orphan master’s son on saturday (more on that later), and i’ve been reading the second edition of the hidden gulag, and i ordered escape from camp 14 yesterday (it should arrive tomorrow). next, i’m looking for your republic is calling you then nothing to envy: ordinary lives in north korea then escape from north korea: the untold story of asia’s underground railroad then the impossible state: north korea, past and future — or, at least, that’s the plan, and we all know how my reading plans go …
still looking for something hauntingly beautiful to read. this is surprisingly hard to find, though. maybe i’ll read wuthering heights again.