I’ve been humming Tryo’s Serre Moi all evening. And I’ve been waiting to get my copy of Adverbs back from a friend. I bought the hardcover edition for a song, discovered that it was a signed copy and was kicked, kicked, kicked. Still am. Here’s one bit that I particularly like:

“Love is hourly, too.There are stories about people who have loved someone forever after laying eyes on them for a few minutes and then nevermore, but these stories have not happened to anyone we know. No, when you love someone you spend hours and hours with them, and even the mightiest forces in the netherworld could not say whether the hours you spend increase your love or if you simply spend more hours with someone as your love increases.

And when the love is over, when the diner of love seems closed from the outside, you want all those hours back, along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.

Nobody can make this better, it seems, nothing on the menu.Its like what the sterwardess offers, even in first class. They come with towels, with drinks, with mints but they never say,”Here’s the five hours we took from you when you flew across the country to New York to live with your boyfriend and then one day he got in a taxicab and he never came back, and also you flew back, another five hours, to San Francisco, just in time for another catastrophe. And so you sit like a spilled drink, those missing hours in you like an ache, and you hear stories that aren’t true and won’t bring anyone back.”

I miss CC. I always think of her when I read this. How she asked if I was crazy and how I’d known that this was it, that she didn’t need to read this at that point but that it was lovely and I was crazy – crazy to be sitting and copying down something with that much ache in it.

Speaking of copying things down, I can’t bear to look at my handwriting anymore.:| Nope, these days I just want to see everything in Gill Sans or Calibri.

The Wality Lover’s Ode to Typefaces.