Saturday, September 27, 2008

Post - vegan mac and cheese/ cement park and tecate



I will be honest to mention that this the first Orwell book I have read out of the 4 I have in my stack. No, I did not have the standard English 4 classes writing papers on refugee animals or the thought police, although Downtown Owl did involve literal mentions/explanations of 1984 in the plot of one of its characters. Still it's on my 'list'.

A more or less apathetic first - hand account of life in Paris and London, Orwell is a poverty stricken journalist moving day to day short of food, looking for odd jobs, socializing with fellow tramps and bunk mates. A few books that I was reminded of (even though this is obviously was written first):

Jack London's People of the Abyss - instantly cause it's the same plot, except that London is still high class, but disguises himself to write intimately about the bad conditions. He holds more pity towards the poor and despises his gov't.

Antony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential - only for the sole reason that the main character gets a dishwasher gig in a french kitchen, there's even mention of a Les Halles. Same conditions of 17 hour days, hell-ish sweat dripping on your food environment, rats and slathered on the floor meat to serve - but a gig with dignity.

Tell them who I am, Mole People, Dark days (doc), etc (I guess any thing that involves a first hand account of poverty) - Cause Orwell concludes, like the rest, that the poor are as intelligent, honest, and hardworking as the rest of society. Work, as in doing something they enjoyed, could bring them out of this state if only it was available. We are all the same beings - a slave for survival, but we still find reasons to be disgusted with the suffering.

next up: Keep the Aspidistra Flying , 1984, animal farm,

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Attachment woes.... I can't blog to detail, but man I'm bummed.

I miss my friends that are away in far off places... the random ones where we would smoke doobies and play meaningless trivia games, the ones I would grab pie with at 3am, drink wine and eat tacos at midnight, the ones I would lay in bed with and chat for hours.

Maybe I was wrong in thinking that this someone I'm with can be all of those, cause that's not him and now I don't know what to do.

On another note...


I picked this up a week ago... the first Will Self book I have read, next on my list is his "How the Dead Live".

I have gotten through 3 of the stories -
North London Book of the Dead
Ward 9
Ur - Bororo

The first two definitely left me feeling creepy - not stalker like, more like being haunted. I guess anything that involves a living dead mother and being perceived as almost insane, w/out your drug induced brain realizing it, will do that. 'Ur - Bororo' was pleasant - an anthropologist of a friend that finds an Amazonian tribe to be everything opposite of ethnic and unique.

Last night I tried to touch on the main story 'Quantity Theory of Insanity', but the jargon made me want to pick up something else. I guess I have to be in the right mood - aka not disgruntled with my counterpart. From this guy's spiel -

"The Quantity Theory of Insanity itself is so self-evident as to be brilliant: there is only so much sanity and insanity in the world. When someone sane becomes less sane, someone insane gets saner."

- interesting enough to take another stab at it.

Thursday is the new turdsday.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Monday is neopolean ice - cream, old lady life drawings, spinach casserole & mash potatoes




Had this sitting on my shelf for ages...I believe since Ryan L. recommended this years ago.

Picked it up this morning and finished it by the end of laundry today.

Goods: Sci -fi author neighbors, "happy fingers", extra terrestrial zoo specimen with porno counterpart

War and death. Life is contrived = reproduction, sex, family, career, possible insanity, death .. then its just history.

Thanks Ryan L.

Next up: breakfast of champions (of course), cat's cradle

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Excitement = September 16, 2008



I actually copped an advanced reader's copy that came into our store a little over a week ago. I just finished this last night... 09/13 ;)

I must say that Chuck's novel writing style isn't as different as his cult crit pieces, but there were some charming parts to it. Pretty much a novel that focuses around 3 very different characters in the 80's in middle America having abnormal/ normal tendencies (same thing)and getting caught in some death trap blizzard of a storm.

Only complaints... too much football talk (especially between Julia and Vance's bar convo) and too much use of 'fuck' in the first half of the book (feel's like Chuck is trying to hard for some edginess). All in all, pretty innocent, somewhat predictable... definitely better towards the end.

pre - : Sex, drugs, and Coco puffs (blogged on old xanga), killing yourself to live, Klosterman IV


Definitely cute...

Pavel seconds she's as smart as she is fab.