The Master and Margarita
The Great Wall of China (short stories by Kafka -- esp.
Investigations of a Dog)
I'll pick up Heidegger when I feel like reading something just out
of my grasp -- and I sometimes do.
I read The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook cover-to-cover on
a plane once. Unfortunately I don't remember a damn thing. Well, I
remember that it explained how to improve your chances of survival
when falling from a great height, but I don't remember the
There was a spellbinding short story in the New Yorker maybe eight
years ago about a disaffected American couple who go on a resort-y
vacation in south India. It was racy in multiple senses of the
word. Can't remember the author or title.
I'm in the middle of Anna Karenina now -- not because the movie is
out, but just because. It kind of scares me how keen an observer
Tolstoy was, in that I wonder why the rest of us should ever bother
to try to write anything else.
I go through micro and macro phases. Love Biggie Smalls, Billie
Holiday, Bikini Kill, the Beach Boys, the National, but haven't
listened to any of them in a while. I kept Beck's Stereopathetic
Soulmanure on in the car for a few weeks. I've gone through a long
Neutral Milk Hotel phase to get me through some melancholia -- or
maybe to indulge in it. Pavement is a recurring refrain.
The last show I went to was Reggie Watts at the Independent, and he
blew me away, despite the drunkenly loud and stonily inane banter
of the kids behind us (not that I have anything against such banter
when it's not drowning out something better). I had a mini Russian
composer phase last summer (a mini phase, not mini Russian
composers). Some MGMT in between. Discovered a new appreciation for
old Tom Petty on the radio. I enjoy opera every once in a while.
The Smiths are cool. Nirvana and the Kill Rock Stars gang all have
a special place in my heart, as does Dolly Parton. This is all hard
to summarize or even wrap up, so I'll just stop here.