Wednesday, December 13, 2006

It's Raining. It's Raining a Little.

Woke up early this morning to go to the gym and it was foggy; exited the gym and it was colder and raining. Somehow this struck me as unusual, like it's usually either raining when you wake up or doesn't start raining for a while yet.

Got back to my apartment and heard a peculiar, faraway, chirpy sound: That would be my iPod, stuffed in my pocket, blithely playing through John Adams' Fearful Symmetries.

(Apropos nothing but the word association that got me to this post's title, here's the full German text of Kafka's incomplete short story Wedding Preparations in the Country. Among other things you can extract some helpful, pre-Metamorphosis tips on avoiding your life's obligations by assuming the form of a giant beetle. An appealing option on most cold, rainy mid-week mornings.)


Blogger Jack said...

That's Kafka? I assumed your title was getting at a Dustin-Hoffman-in-Rain-Man kind of conversational patter. (Definitely raining. Definitely.)

12/13/2006 9:07 PM  
Blogger Nate said...

It's kinda Kafka. The first two sentences translate roughly as, "As Eduard Raban came through the corridor and stepped into the opening of the gate he saw that it was raining. It was raining a little." So less clipped than a Rain Man parody, except for "Es regnete wenig."

12/13/2006 9:36 PM  

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