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06.27.09
12:18 am
On with some introductions to people and events.
There is a strange dissonance between the devout fidelity of the medical attache and his presence in the story as a near-Eastern medical attache that good ol' Avril has been known to cavort with, heightened by his willingness to take a "quick unlibidinous look" at a magazine's women's-wear.
Let's hope i can keep all these Reginald and Wardine and Clenette straight, i seem to remember it being some time before they resurfaced last time through.
Good for devoted romantic Bruce Green. The guide i'm reading with this (thus far perhaps not the most enlightening, but i guess handy to avoid missing things) did make a good point here that i didn't connect either time through: Joelle (later introduced) is described in terms alluding to the attache's wife, Wardine, and Mildred. Oh what a smooth way of developing character depth; i likey.
Oh dear i do love O's introduction too.
-"The living room's TP receives also the spontaneous disseminations of the InterLace Subscription Pulse-Matrix, but the procedures for ordering specific spontaneous pulses from the service are so technologically and cryptographically complex that the attache has always left the whole business to his wife. On this Wednesday night, trying buttons and abbreviations almost at random, the attache is able to summon up only live U.S.A. professional sports -- which he has always found brutish and repellent -- Texaco Oil Company-sponsored opera -- which the attache has seen today more than enough of the human uvula thank you very much -- a redisseminated episode of the popular afternoon InterLace children's program 'Mr. Bouncety-Bounce' -- which the attache thinks for a moment might be a documentary on bipolar mood disorders until he catches on and thumbs the selection-panel hastily -- and a redisseminated session of the scantily clad variable-impace early-A.M. 'Fit Forever' home-aerobics series of the InterLace aerobics-guru Ms. Tawni Kondo, the scantily clad and splay-limbed immodesty of which threatens the devout medical attache with the possibility of impure thoughts."-
-"legs which not even orange Keds with purple-glitter-encrusted laces could make unserious."-
-"A vision in a sundress and silly shoes."-
-"'So listen -- one way to lower the flag to half-mast is just to lower the flag. There's another way though. You can also just raise the pole. You can raise the pole to like twice its original height. You get me? You understand what i mean, Mario?'
'Hal?'
'She's plenty sad, i bet.'"-
-"Now he keeps big glass tumblers in the bathroom and when he turns on the light and sees a roach he puts a glass down over it, trapping it. After a couple days the glass is all steamed up and the roach has asphyxiated messlessly and Orin discards both the roach and the tumbler in separate sealed Ziplocs in the dumpster complex by the golf course up the street.
The yellow tile floor of the bathroom is sometimes a little obstacle course of glasses with huge roaches dying inside, stoically, just sitting there, the glasses gradually steaming up with roach-dioxide."-
-"Roaches gave him the howling fantods. The parishes around N.O. had been having a spate or outbreak of a certain Latin-origin breed of sinister tropical flying roaches, that were small and timid but could fucking fly, and that kept being found swarming on New Orleans infants, at night, in their cribs, especially infants in like tenements or squalor, and that reportedly fed on the mucus in the babies' eyes, some special sort of optical-mucus -- the stuff of fucking nightmares, mobile flying roaches that wanted to get at your eyes, as an infant -- and were reportedly blinding them; parents'd come in in the ghastly A.M.-tenement light and find their infants blind, like a dozen blinded infants that last summer; and it was during this spate or nightmarish outbreak, plus July flooding that sent over a dozen nightmarish dead bodies from a hilltop graveyard sliding all gray-blue down the incline Orin and two teammates had their townhouse on, in suburban Chalmette, shedding limbs and innards all the way down the hillside's mud and one even one morning coming to rest against the post of their roadside mailbox, when Orin came out for the morning paper, that Orin had had his agent put out the trade feelers."-
-"and now have a look at this Fenton fellow's eyes as he starts to get the gist of what the voiceover's saying"-
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