…well, nothing really. The sun came up on another beautiful friday in Oceania, and all was well in the world… provided you were in Oceania. I imagine New York is colder than a witch’s tit right now. I also just imagine witch tits. They’re green, but not bad.
Think She-Hulk.
Very little to report, I’m afraid. I’m on an extended xmas vacation back in the old country, and there’s nothing happening much besides reading, eating, sleeping, and crawling up the walls.
What have I been reading? Well, I’m glad you asked.
The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2009.
It started off really funny, and I hoped it’d stay that way, but then there were a couple of serious, bummed-out low points. However, I found it very enjoyable, despite the bumming bits. Matthew Power’s Mississippi Drift was particularly good. In fact, it was brilliant. I read it twice. He should write a book. He’d piss it in.
Age and Guile Beat Youth Innocence and a Bad Haircut.
PJ O’Rourke.
PJ is great. An incredibly astute observer with a nice big pair of cynical balls to boot. Clever man. I have to say I find him more, “smile-to-yourself amusing” than, “laugh-out-loud funny”, but his overall wordsmithery is awesomely convivial. What’s with the whole, “I’m a Republican on drugs”, conservative-libertarian thing though? Little bit bewildering. Whatever. It’s not like I’ll have to sit next to him on a plane anytime soon.
Little Birds.
Anais Nin.
It’s good to remind yourself every now and then that women have filthy minds too. They really do! And Anais Nin is the smuttiest of the lot… the dirty little bitch. The stories collected in Little Birds were originally commissioned by some horny rich dude, way back before www.bookwormbitches.com even existed. Then when Anais choked to death performing a Rusty Trombone (presumably), they were lashed together and published.
Don’t read this little book without taping Admiral Winky to your leg first.
The Old Man and the Sea.
Ernest Hemingway.
This is my second time around with The Old Man and the Sea, and I think I’m starting to dig Ernie’s “Spare” style. Initially, I found his aversion to adjectives very unsettling. I was especially upset by A Farewell To Arms, the story of two young lovers floating to Vienna in a boat… or something… So annoying.
“Are you cold, my love?”
“No, my darling.”
“This boat is good, isn’t it, my queen?”
“It is, my sweet man.”
Blurg. Guess you had to be alive during WW1 to really appreciate that one. Anyway, The Old Man and the Sea. Thumbs up.
