You may remember a post from last week where I mentioned a book. And you may have noticed that the cover of that book, and it’s mention, have both been removed. That is because the book sucked massive sweaty gorilla balls and I had to put it up on paperbackswap.com.
Here’s a book, however, that couldn’t have its ball-suckin’ lips any farther away from the ape enclosure if it tried: The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby by Tom Wolfe.
I know it’s not time for another BOOK CLUB! BOOK CLUB! BOOK CLUB! but I’m throwing it in now anyway. It’s that good.
The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby is not only a bastard to say at the counter at Barnes & Noble, it’s also Wolfe’s first collected book of essays. Published in 1965, the book is named for one of the stories in the collection that was originally published in Esquire magazine in 1963 under the title “There Goes (Varoom! Varoom!) That Kandy-Kolored (Thphhhhhh!) Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby (Rahghhh!) Around the Bend (Brummmmmmmmmmmmmmm)…” Wolfe’s essay for Esquire and this, his first book, are frequently heralded as early examples of New Journalism; so says wikipedia. Check it out. It is good.

Bumming heavily on that oil spill still. The Exxon Valdez screw-up didn’t even register with me back in the day; guess I was too young to give a shit. Sorry for being a hippy, kids, but if they fuck up the beach permanently- I am out. Seriously. It’s not a good situation. The slick has made its way down to Florida, and now it’s slopping north with the Gulf Stream. Soon it’ll hit the eastern coast of the United States, then onto Newfoundland and out across the Atlantic Ocean. I’m just sayin’.
If it makes it’s way anywhere near the Pacific, heads are gonna roll. I’ve got some surfing to do. Yeah, I surf, so what?
In other news: A curse on Ray Allen and his ass-lucky 3 pointers, and Rondo can take a chomp on my pipe too.
Come on Lakers!