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So I've been burning through books like a madman the past week and a half. I've gone through Brave New World, The Road, All Quiet on the Western Front, a shitty book called Mrs. Mike, and an even shittier book called The Summer of Glorious Madness in about eight days. I will say, reading the first three back to back to back, entitled me to some book candy with the latter two. The despair of The Road and the waste of All Quiet has lingered with me. (Dammit R.E.M. for popping that awful song that I get confused with The Rembrandts one in my head right now. You know, "it's the end of the world as we know it" blah blah blah) I was contemplating American Psycho after the first three, but ultimately decided that I probably wouldn't have left the bedroom for at least three days if I did. I most likely will hate the book, and be furious with myself for reading it, but I'm curious.
Also, apparently it's like the anniversary of some big storm in Louisiana or something. Whatever. It's funny how things change over time. There's been several "Then and Now" photo essays and "Remembering Katrina" articles on the Web as of late. I saw a picture posted on a website called Black Voices that captured two black looters who were looting about (as looters do) as the city was flooded. Funny part of the story: the picture was captioned "Katrina victims carry merchandise from downtown businesses in New Orleans". Fucking ell-oh-ell. If that's not calling 'em likes you sees 'em then.....um....uhhh. I guess that's why I don't caption photos because my caption would have been more along the lines of "Some broke bitches that the government don't care about stealing shit that don't belong to them from some other broke bitches who probably don't want they shit stolen." Or "what the fuck you gon' do wit them Nike Airs just just stole when your homeless, forgotten about ass is hungry tonight?" As you can tell, I'm clearly not cut out for the job. I revert into ebonics, I'm redundent, and brevity isn't apparently my forte. Regardless of my shortcomings as a captionist (are they really called captionists? I like to imagine a cubicle filled room full of people hunched over desks furiously captioning), I doubt the author of this one thought I would be in stitches over his/her interpretation.
Also, apparently it's like the anniversary of some big storm in Louisiana or something. Whatever. It's funny how things change over time. There's been several "Then and Now" photo essays and "Remembering Katrina" articles on the Web as of late. I saw a picture posted on a website called Black Voices that captured two black looters who were looting about (as looters do) as the city was flooded. Funny part of the story: the picture was captioned "Katrina victims carry merchandise from downtown businesses in New Orleans". Fucking ell-oh-ell. If that's not calling 'em likes you sees 'em then.....um....uhhh. I guess that's why I don't caption photos because my caption would have been more along the lines of "Some broke bitches that the government don't care about stealing shit that don't belong to them from some other broke bitches who probably don't want they shit stolen." Or "what the fuck you gon' do wit them Nike Airs just just stole when your homeless, forgotten about ass is hungry tonight?" As you can tell, I'm clearly not cut out for the job. I revert into ebonics, I'm redundent, and brevity isn't apparently my forte. Regardless of my shortcomings as a captionist (are they really called captionists? I like to imagine a cubicle filled room full of people hunched over desks furiously captioning), I doubt the author of this one thought I would be in stitches over his/her interpretation.