Joe's Crap Shack
I guess I was expecting Where the Body Meets Memory to be a little more serious. It is serious in most parts. But I got the impression before I started reading the book that it would contain a very thoughtful analysis of Asian American male sexuality, an examination of the role race plays in interracial relationships between whites and Asians. Instead, it seems to be a catalog of the various women the author has taken to bed. I'm finding it to be a source of amusement, and at times envy.
Maybe I'm not being fair to the book and the author. Maybe there's more to the book than that. Maybe I'm just focusing on the sex, since I'm prone to having sex on my mind.
Apparently I missed seeing a high-speed chase by a few minutes last night. I had to go to Lowe's to pick something up for my University job. (It could have waited until Monday, but lately I've just surrendered and let work consume my life.) When I walked out with my purchase, there were police cars all over Oracle Road. From a distance, I could see what looked like a car with a giant slice taken out of it. Like everyone else in the parking lot, I walked toward Oracle to see what was going on. The car didn't have a slice taken out of it; it had been hit so hard it flattened on one side. I was told by other people in the parking lot that someone was trying to outspeed the police--doing almost eighty miles per hour--when he ran into someone who was making a turn.
I saw that Dr. Octagon is coming to the Rialto next month. I wonder if Felicity will want to see him. She introduced me to his music, but I'm not sure how much she liked it herself.
Maybe I'm not being fair to the book and the author. Maybe there's more to the book than that. Maybe I'm just focusing on the sex, since I'm prone to having sex on my mind.
Apparently I missed seeing a high-speed chase by a few minutes last night. I had to go to Lowe's to pick something up for my University job. (It could have waited until Monday, but lately I've just surrendered and let work consume my life.) When I walked out with my purchase, there were police cars all over Oracle Road. From a distance, I could see what looked like a car with a giant slice taken out of it. Like everyone else in the parking lot, I walked toward Oracle to see what was going on. The car didn't have a slice taken out of it; it had been hit so hard it flattened on one side. I was told by other people in the parking lot that someone was trying to outspeed the police--doing almost eighty miles per hour--when he ran into someone who was making a turn.
I saw that Dr. Octagon is coming to the Rialto next month. I wonder if Felicity will want to see him. She introduced me to his music, but I'm not sure how much she liked it herself.