Sputnik Sweetheart and the reason for my absence

Perhaps the best way I have marked my days these past few weeks was through the books I've read. Thus, its only appropriate that I start with Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami. It was an interesting read. It was very upbeat and bizarre as Murakami stories are. I just got a bit dazed by the end, with no real closure other than a phone call from the missing heroine which might have been imagined by "K" the narrator.

Anyway, like a Sputnik Sweetheart myself, I have been missing in action. Largely due to the work I've been putting into our company's newest service, G-Cash. It's revolutionary, truly life-changing. Of course, I don't want this post to sound like an ad. But its truly made a difference in my life as a consumer. Just yesterday I ordered Max's Fried Chicken through their delivery service (7-9000) using G-Cash and the order came on time. No cash needed. Just G-Cash. It was just so "wow." I never imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that I would handle the marketing campaign for this kind of service. It's really great. I've been so tired lately. But I've been so inspired and so motivated as well.

Anyway, back to work! Sigh.

The reason for my absence in blogworld.

The cover of my latest bed-side companion.

A mon seul desir. The original tapestry, now hanging in the Musee de Moyen Age (Clury), Paris, France.

The Lady and the Unicorn

"Do you see, Madame? When the Lady holds her jewels as she does, we don't know if she is putting them on or taking them off. It can be either. That is the secret I've made for you in the tapestries." from The Lady and the Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier.

Again, I have had the good fortune of borrowing another great book. It's amazing how a work of art can spin such a tale as this. The details are rich, intimate, plausible even. And of course, the characters are what pull you into the story. Though you know it is fiction... Chevalier suspends your disbelief so charmingly that you follow the Lady and the Unicorn into the woods. I, myself, have no love for either Nicolas des Innocents, whose mission in life seems to be knocking up as many women as he can, or Claude le Viste who is vain and reckless. But I did come to love Christine, the weaver's wife and her blind daughter, Alienor. I think, at one point in my life, I must have felt exactly like Alienor in her helplessness and her refusal to give in to despair.

"To my soul's one desire." That, indeed, would inspire a whole novel.

Anyway, again, here is a book I recommend.