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Reading "A Cook's Tour", nothing worth writing about, but its 'Ok'. Foie gras and caviar sounds mighty good though. I think I seriously am starting to ditch the veg thing. Conflicted/ Denial. Sigh.
(Let me mention while carving pumpkins, they grilled bacon wrapped hotdogs. Yea I missed out I know.)

edit: Okay I take it back. Now that I've read it Cook's Tour is pretty splendid. A highlight is a visit to SF and his description of the city is actually on point! Especially with the city's fascination with Fernet... I think it gives Bourdain some deserved credibility.

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My first Bukowski read, which was relatively easy and engaging. A job at the good ol' post office, an easy in, high turnover, 'secure' position for the main guy, who is a brash backtalker, drunk, womanizing, loyal, good luck gambler... my kind of character. If someone was to describe his qualities, he would seem more like a jerk/ loser, but his honest charm gives sense of the fact he scores about any 'ass' he lays eyes on.

Makes me wonder how close this guy's persona is to the author. I guess this was one of his early novels, I have yet to learn how absurd he becomes... yea I was made a quick fan of his.

I want: factotum, woman

next: ham on rye; pulp (last novel he wrote before he died)

"its a thin line between love & hate"

ph: dru

more love more love....

how much can/ will it take for 2 different people to make it work.

Mental ward at a time when disorders were not understood (red pills, 'disturbed' and electro shock therapy in extreme cases), even though I halfway wondered why the characters in the story were admitted in the ward in the first place, it sounded more like the staff that ran the facility had ego/ power trips than therapeutic intentions.

First person, Indian (not PC) 'Chief' was the most insightful of course and with reminiscence of watching his tribe and settlement being taken over by the white man, who couldn't blame him for being 'insane', even though he his insights never hinted of it; McMurphy being the hero of causing chaos and giving life to the ward patients (fishing trips, gambling, 'sluts' and booze) with unaccounted tendencies... I couldn't help but hope for this guy to win war with the nurse and topple the bureaucracy.

In some ways, both sides win at the end...the nurse's willing patients unadmit one by one leaving a failed rehabilitation clinic, while McMurphy is fried and scalpled to a vegetable at her content and discretion.

Became a great read as I came further to the end, all character's had personality...more interesting was reading later that Kesey wrote this book during is graveyard shift working at a ward in Menlo Park, and even underwent electro-shock and took the drugs. Muy Bien and Kesey is pretty much amazing.

Next: Demon Box

A Wales kid at the hostel in Buenos Aires told me this is his absolute favorite book. I picked up the 'Original Scroll' version, but finally someone sold the original version at my work. Thought this would be the better first one to pick up.

A really easy read with the yearning to say 'fuck you' to our corporate slave jobs and yuppie lifestyle... brings out the do what you feel attitude - escape the city, hitchhike to the other side of the country, fall in love with innocence, drink and be high, share stories with strangers, sleep on car roofs, have no fear of the world - aka - people are out to harm you, debt, monogamy, gaining status. Dean has to be the best guy ever -always tearing shit apart, but has the energy and enthusiasm that we all need in life.

Epic Saturd - day

I've been haggling my Pav to spend some good time together - more like doing things we like to do, rather than spending our free time attending other people's functions (which has been the case for the last month or so).



cacks, dru, corporate P teabag, my big ass head

-Take 7am train (first one out to SF)
-Ride to Valencia for a good Veg breakfast at Boogaloo's: 'fake' steak, polenta, biscuit and veg gravy!
-Ride to Academy of Art/ Steinhart Aquarium
-Ride to Clement - found a chicken hawk kite for 1.49. Rode to fleet week, flew kites, laid in the grass, watched tax dollars burn in the air
-Biked back to the city for bikestore (yawn booo)
-Coffee, whisky flask and coke came in handy at the Park
-Bender's bar - played dru some bar pool, had my first deep friend twinkie, mucho tecates, #1 champions of Erotic photohunt ya!
-DimSum on mission late night
-Mike Giant show - more like sitting on the curb drinking and watching the cops pass us by. TL cops are serious cops.
-Take the 12am train (last train to SJ).

Monday strawberries, water, tofu adobo

An overthinker's day to day journal with no feeling for a thing in the world, was at times hard to follow especially with the neighbor sawing metal outside, a fixie jock on caltrain talking about vegetarianism, etc. but Sartre writes delicately and heartfelt, which made this book feel personal.

He questions his existence, but more I can understand his reasons of wondering why he was brought here. Seen as pessimist by the Self - Taught Man, which had to be my favorite character on top of Anny, the love of his life, the 30 - year old history writer often has no feeling for life as it passes by in front of him, but documents ever small detail to find its meaning.

Stabs himself in the hand with no pain; reuniting with Anny after 4 years, who is changed and no longer seeks perfect moments, but has outlived her life and is the living dead; finds out why the Self- Taught Man has a the optimism for the youth of life like he does (shocking ahha)... all in all he moves from moment to moment waiting for meaning, feeling nothing, except to only realize that he is free to be lavish (spend a money on travel, women, etc) or do nothing but at the end everything is just meaningless(not really positive or neg).

next up: No exit and 3 other plays