Sound, y Fury

Finished this famous novel. Once I was in a book club that met regularly to discuss this work but internal strife and intrigue tore it apart. If the bickering and backstabbing - literal backstabbing - hadn't brought about its downfall, it would have collapsed on its own contradictions. No I don't mourn the passing of the book club. I don't mourn Elizabeth's untimely passing, even though I held her in my arms as the blood left her heart through the stab wound in her back and watched the light leave her eyes. Did she whisper my name as she died? I like to think that she did but actually she said, "I feel jes like a squinch owl inside." It sure was a weird book club.

Best of 2010

Everyone got their laughs putting up Top 10's - or 16's - for 2009. I couldn't help but notice (a) that they were composed entirely of music albums and (b) that they dwelled on the past. Here's to the future!

5. New haircut. I got a new haircut. I'm going to look awesome this year.

4. New places. Might move.

3. New friends. Ha! Just joking. You guys rule.

2. New Guilty Pleasures. Album. Drops soon, right Wiley?

1. New socks. Holy shit I need new socks. Please tell me I get to have new socks this year.

2010 sure is looking bright! I resolve not to piss most of it away. If I can help it.

Hook for my hot new rap song

It called Shell Gas station on RT 153 - m4w - 44 (Harford Co.):

You ask me what my name.
while I was leave the store.
You pass me on 95 Highway with a smile.
Would love to hear from you.

Second Glance

You know what I like about Washington Post Magazine's "Second Glance" puzzles? They allow a major newspaper to openly brag about how much they could seriously doctor their images if they felt like it.

Sound, Fury, etc., Part I

Just finished Part I of this famous novel.

It follows the adventures of a time traveling retard through the marshes and pastures of a distant planet full of "bright shapes" and "dead flowers."

Don't worry Annie I'm bringing my A game to our next (first) Book Club meeting. And some tequila.

to be continued

Next stop Mongolia

For a while I didn't have a suitable contingency to my Plan. I think I spit out something about drinking a bunch, predictably. Well here's some shit: if things don't work out, I'm going to Mongolia. There. There it is.

I like this new idea so much, in fact, that I may not even send out grad school applications - saying, naturally, that I did - and come August I'm going to tell everyone, perversely, that I got in and I'm off to Academe. (I'll probably choose one of the more unlikely schools: MIT, Stanford...)

I know that recently a good idea was floated about getting a big house with all our friends, raising chickens and playing music, a lovely idea to be sure. But if that house isn't in fucking Mongolia I'm not going to be living in it.

Don't you want Romance?

People had told me about Lady Gaga, but I didn't listen. You have to hear me. It would be perfectly acceptable if this was the only thing you listen to ever again.