So the gist is this: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books that will always stick with you. First 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.

1. The Lord of the Rings     the number of times I've read this is shameful
2. The glossy covered creamy papered Edgar Allan Poe collection I read when I drove to North Carolina with my family ( Read more... )

Today I felt the need to write more in this. A friend reminded me that five years ago we didn't speak for almost a year. At first I didn't believe him but it came back to me. He brought it up because he saw parallels between then and now. It troubled me that I forgot. It troubles me more that I might hurt people not out of my own immorality but out ( Read more... )

I feel as if I have been fucked by a god. My lips are tingling, my cheeks are flushed my nose is running, and I was so completely unaware and uncaring of how violently I was shoving food into my face that I discovered a whole new feeling in the joy of eating alone. I recommend the food at Chavella's on Classon as pretty much the best Mexican food ( Read more... )

And of the captain: today the deckhand related an excellent story, not at all unusual or out of character. Leaving the parking lot of the supermarket, they were blocked by two trucks. The captain slams on the horn repeatedly, but one of the truck just backs up toward him. He manages to pull around the truck but stops next to it and asks the ( Read more... )

I said Kavalier and Clay was "pure fun." The starting point for this novel is the Holocaust. What I mean is: there is not much thinking involved. Or meant. Because we are delving deeper into the Holocaust, folks. And it is not all candy and marmalade. Originally, it felt like it was just background. This is the part of W.W.II that's "pure fun." You ( Read more... )

Haircut today. My beard is thinned down to almost nothing and my haircut is boyish and clean. The barber took liberties like always but I let him. It is me being a women in a novel, like what I was reading today in the diner, a feminist novel Pig Tales, which made me feel gross so I had to switch to my other new book. It felt good to cut my hair. ( Read more... )

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Today was a nasty day to come back to work. Its New Years in Gravesend, its not very nice. It started snowing as soon as I got back and as I went to bed at nine am it turned to ice. Pleasant. And when I woke up at twelve I spent almost two hours outside because we had to breakdown after making up in push-gear. The mate didn't realize that the barge ( Read more... )

We need to have destructo-books. Books that intentionally take themselves apart so they can't be resold on the internet. Not that they should necessarily be shoddy. More like something you will want to take apart and eat or give to your friends. This is my plan to save the publishing industry. I will start with Steven Millhauser's Dangerous ( Read more... )

In other food news, I tried the inside out burger at Plan B. It was disappointing: the cheese squirted out with the first bite. Cheese should always be on the outside - but the novelty is fulfilled ( Read more... )