What kind of car does the Devil drive? Kia. They sell Souls.
I know nothing about Betsey Johnson, but I now know she designed the outfits for the Warhol's house band. Obviously, I know little about John Cale. I just know he was not fond of Lou Reed for long stretches of time. I didn't know that Lou Reed was such a jerk. Probably why he struggled to acheive recognition... I mean Cher said to Sonny VU was likely to replace suicide.
J got me the Lou Reed biography Dirty Blvd from the library. She had them order it for me. I so love her. Not sure if she truly gets me sometimes, but she probably knows me better than I do half the time. Book is slow moving and truncated where it should be juicy. So much I didn't know about Lou, but I'll probably stop reading once I get to the 70s.
I'm a slow reader. I savor stuff, and I like to read multiple things at the same time. I was reading a biography on WSB for much of September. I never finished it, but left off at a good place... after Naked Lunch. I have three other books I have been re-reading. I've read all three at least twice, but I find myself finding new perspectives after each reading.
Hmmm... I guess that I'm working on a book idea, and I'm reading biographies to develop my characters or something to that effect. I really don't understand drugs and homosexuals, yet they seem to dominate the world I wanted to write.
Showing posts with label Kurt Vonnegut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kurt Vonnegut. Show all posts
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
sad
Being a jerk 24/7 is hard when one loves people. Feeling apathy is the only benefit of being a jerk. Emotions aren't my friend. Strange, I started reading Slaughterhouse Five, again, yesterday. First time I had come across the Serenity Prayer. For the longest time I didn't know AA started/concluded meetings with it, but KV's uncle founded the Indy Chapter, so it goes.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
thoughts about climate change, in quotes, pt 1
"Why don’t you write an anti-glacier book instead?’ What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers. I believe that too.” -Kurt Vonnegut (brother of Honorary President, International Commission of the International Union of Geodesy and Geophysics Bernard Vonnegut)
Monday, January 6, 2014
Cold, Blue Monday
I don't recall the last time I didn't go outside during a 24 hour period, but that was the case today. Watching the news tonight, they said it was Blue Monday for a number of factors. When I hear that term, I think of Slapstick, by Kurt Vonnegut. I don't need an artificial family, for my wife and kids keep me from feeling lonesome. They were all home today.
K and B didn't have school, so I didn't have to wait at the bus stop. Though it was my day off, I would have gone in if they needed me. Work closed early, so no need for me.
It's to be colder Tuesday, and school is already canceled, but I have to venture out tomorrow. Baby is coming Wednesday, and I need to have stuff set for our trip to the hospital.
One would think with this being our 3rd child, everything would be encore time, but neither previous pregnancy concluded in this manner, and a lot is forgotten after years. I remember when J called me to take her to the hospital when she started labor with K. I remember driving J to the scheduled inducement for B five years later. Some memories are fuzzy and blur between the two, but they were distinctly different deliveries. Neither was breech.
Ohio weather is funny. I think it was cold when K was born. I know it was unseasonably cool when B was born in mid-May for I had long sleeve shirts packed. Should warm up a little by the time #3 comes, but it will still be cold. Hopefully, the kids don't destroy the house while we're gone, for my mother in-law is on the mend though up to keeping them in line a few days. She doesn't need to overexert herself.
K and B didn't have school, so I didn't have to wait at the bus stop. Though it was my day off, I would have gone in if they needed me. Work closed early, so no need for me.
It's to be colder Tuesday, and school is already canceled, but I have to venture out tomorrow. Baby is coming Wednesday, and I need to have stuff set for our trip to the hospital.
One would think with this being our 3rd child, everything would be encore time, but neither previous pregnancy concluded in this manner, and a lot is forgotten after years. I remember when J called me to take her to the hospital when she started labor with K. I remember driving J to the scheduled inducement for B five years later. Some memories are fuzzy and blur between the two, but they were distinctly different deliveries. Neither was breech.
Ohio weather is funny. I think it was cold when K was born. I know it was unseasonably cool when B was born in mid-May for I had long sleeve shirts packed. Should warm up a little by the time #3 comes, but it will still be cold. Hopefully, the kids don't destroy the house while we're gone, for my mother in-law is on the mend though up to keeping them in line a few days. She doesn't need to overexert herself.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Playboy Market Research
Seems that this blog's only google traffic is from people who received postcards from Playboy regarding a special discount price.
With the internet being what it is, why should anyone bother subscribing to Playboy?
Granted it's not much of a nudie magazine aside from a few pictorials of T & A, but the items I found of interest can be found by following various sources on Twitter.
I think I bought my first issue because it had chapter of Vonnegut's Timequake. I was disappointed, but I found myself reading most of the issue. It was like Reader's Digest with better jokes.
One doesn't need a subscription to Playboy to stumble upon new writers.
With the internet being what it is, why should anyone bother subscribing to Playboy?
Granted it's not much of a nudie magazine aside from a few pictorials of T & A, but the items I found of interest can be found by following various sources on Twitter.
I think I bought my first issue because it had chapter of Vonnegut's Timequake. I was disappointed, but I found myself reading most of the issue. It was like Reader's Digest with better jokes.
One doesn't need a subscription to Playboy to stumble upon new writers.
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