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Awaiting the blizzard

We're supposed to get a bad blizzard over the next few days but I have a sneaking suspicion that it's all hogwash.  I'm going to call it "Blizzard-gate" since everyone in the media lately describes anything that makes headlines as being "something-gate" (ex. I've already heard the Sarah Palin writing notes on her hand thing called "Ink On Hand Gate", seriously?).  And for that all whole media phenomena, I'm going to call it Gate-gate.  Yeah.  I went there.

Edit: So after writing this entry I came across an article about Megan Fox's not-so-foxy thumbs.  Apparently she has odd looking thumbs.  Why anyone cares is beyond me.  Anyway, this article referred to her recent superbowl commercial (which apparently showed her thumb) as "thumb gate."  No, really.  Read it for yourself.  It's the last line in the article.  Really.  Thumb gate.

Reading Kobo Abe's The Woman in the Dunes.  So far it has yet to prove to me why it deserves 4.5 out of 5 stars on Amazon.  I'm not very deep into it but it's taken me almost 2 hours to get to where I'm at already (page 36, btw) and I've fallen asleep twice.  However, it's elegantly written in a style that I am recognizing as being very Japanese.  Meaning that Japanese authors from this time period seem to create a collective voice - simultaneously unified and multi-faceted.  Murakami has been compared to Abe but I don't see why just yet.  Murakami's voice and rhythm, for one thing, are much more Western.  Murakami reminds me more of a Jonathan Lethem or a more exciting Michael Chabon.  I've only read one book of short stories from each author but in terms of themes, motifs, cadences, and poetic language, I see a similarity there.  However, Abe is all about the existential dread ala Camus and Kafka (I know, I know Camus never considered himself an existentialist but if you've ever read him, you can see the seedlings of existentialism, albeit it a lighter variety; philosophies bleed together sometimes regardless of labels).  So in that sense, it's similar to Murakami

Murakami has also been compared to Philip K. Dick though I don't see that either.  Dick wrote sinister novels about the future set in a gritty LA.  Murakami writes metaphysical science fiction combined with mythological fantasy all taking place in the present with stark, unabashed realism.  Maybe I haven't read enough Dick though (that sounds funny, I am so immature!).