Got a new job to supplement freelancing - the editors have been slow to come up with new assignments for me lately. So now I'm going to do some proofreading and copyrighting for eight or so hours a week. It'll get me out of the house if nothing else.

In other news, my favorite Viktor Pelevin has released an audiobook of several of his short stories read by his own self.

Have already downloaded part one. Pelevin has an odd voice. Or rather, not so much odd as unexpected. For one thing, it's hard to believe that the man is really 45 and not half that. In general, he sounds a lot like his earlier texts: dreamy, melancholy, very intelligent, and not at all "real," which means exactly the same thing in colloquial Russian as it does in African-American dialect. All this in full contradiction to what he looks like.

Also, while waiting for the files to download, I've located an old interview where Pelevin proclaims his hatred of tomatoes, saying that "in them slumbers ancient Toltec horror." I'm in love all over again. Tomatoes have been the bane of my existence since early childhood.