MUSIC.
For the past week I've been listening to the latest release from Illegal Art's Girl Talk (Gregg Gillis), Feed the Animals, another dance party-worthy album. Thank goodness. I've been inundated by Night Ripper at Greensboro events for the past six months. I'm super relieved to hear something new. My new best workout music, f'sho.
Shake it and jiggle it. Shake it and jiggle it.
LITERATURE.
It's been almost five years since I read Ernest Hemingway, and I've blown through The Sun Also Rises at lightning pace. I dig the simple syntax, the plain language, the booze and the bullfights. The expatriate American is fast becoming my favorite literary archetype (Henry James aside). Unfortunately, the copy I borrowed from the university library has been written over by at least three earlier student readers -- gray pencil girl, fuchsia colored pencil girl, and the probable boy with the black pen -- and they have some comments that are . . . curious. Gray pencil girl seems determined to read the novel as a Biblical allegory. Yikes.
DIET AND EXERCISE.
Thus far a complete disaster. I'm lazy, I've been drinking a hell of a lot and eating way too much Pasta Roni and instant macaroni on a very tight budget. I've started an account at The Daily Plate. Hope it helps.
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