this part got a little long.<br />
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books: i wish kayo books on post street was open all the time. when
i can't hang around there reading pulp and back issues of mad
magazine, i must turn to my own bookshelf and wandering little
brain. i started the confidence man by herman melville and really
liked it, but i left my copy back east and need to get another one.
i tried to read madame bovary but then i was totally derailed by a
happy days marathon from a season without richie, ralph
malf...shit, even chachi was hardly in it. i rebounded by reading
nobody move by denis johnson. then the little foxes by lillian
hellman, you don't love me yet by jonathan lethem, ask the dust by
john fante, and hotel california by barney hoskyns, which is all
about the eagles and joni mitchell and jackson browne and mounds
and mounds of blow. now i'm reading the memoir of former soul
coughing front man mike doughty, which is pretty interesting even
though every single person in it is obnoxious and i didn't even
really like soul coughing all that much. on deck are mr. nice by
howard marks, black monk time by eddie shaw, john ashbery's new
translation of illuminations...and madame bovary and the confidence
man.<br />
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music: music is the most important thing in the world to me. i like
vinyl, although i've been separated from my collection here. the
recent pile, representative of my tastes only by being random,
includes shuggie otis, cutty ranks, green on red, norman blake,
mickey newbury and various other early-70s singer-songwriters (who
the hell is tom ghent? ron nagle? dennis linde? dennis linde is
awesome, that's who dennis linde is), the new feelies, eddie
kendricks, ann peebles, dolorean, andy bey, soft machine, modern
jazz quartet, rhetta hughes, m.o.p., shona mbira music, gang starr,
hotel lights, pete rock &amp; c.l. smooth. furthermore, it seems i
had long been underestimating quadrophenia.<br />
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movies: i've seen spinal tap eighteen bazillion times. i'll also
watch tcm whenever i get the chance. i just caught the end of this
musical comedy called ready, willing and able (1937), with a
tap-dance finale on a gigantic typewriter. it was outstanding. (i
also like typewriters.)<br />
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and food? making stuff. helping you make stuff. i'm trying to get
better at visualizing what i feel like eating, and then figuring
out how to make it. meat, veggie, whatever, but it tastes good.
perhaps it is slow-cooked so we can have some cocktails while it
bubbles on the stove and becomes what it is meant to be.