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the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tokyo, 2008.09.09

For the first time that I can recall, I spilled a big cup of water on myself while at my desk last night. Some of it splashed into my camera bag, but the majority landed in my lap, where my keyboard was. I shook it out, wiped it down, and set it on its side before going to bed.

This morning the spacebar's not working. Sigh.

In stead, I'm using one of the flimsy Japanese-language keyboards I'd picked up upon arrival in Japan. It is *very* difficult to use. On the plus side, I'm not looking at the keys as I type -- there's no point in doing so, since so many are in the wrong spot.

But I hope my Model M is okay. I'm really surprised that it's susceptible to water spills, given that each key is shielded by plastic.

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov