Tag Archives: books
and the hippos were boiled in their tanks
The work has been published and I’m a conflicted soul. Kerouac and Burroughs both felt the work to be sub-par and unworthy of publication but can’t very well argue from the grave now, can they? We selfish, living folk decided … Continue reading
Filed under artgasms
my bookshelf brings all the boys to the yard
I have that same Ikea bookshelf. It has served me well over many, many years. It has been everything from a computer desk/clothing storage in a small space (which worked out much better than one might expect) to a baker’s … Continue reading
genuinely happy
I bought Kelly Rae Roberts’ book, Taking Flight, as a gift from me to me with love a couple of months ago. I don’t usually go for the self-help/warm fuzzy/new agey diy type books this one seemed to be but … Continue reading
Filed under artgasms, sharing is caring
I art snob
Last week the mister introduced me to LibraryThing and I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what kind of effort cataloguing my books would entail. I looooooove my books. They’re the last things to get packed and the first … Continue reading
the machiavellian intelligence of maize
The mister saw fit to bring back a copy of The Omnivore’s Dilemma from Montreal a couple of weeks ago. As he’s not allowed to read it until he’s fully digested Foucault’s Pendulum I decided to pick it up as … Continue reading
Filed under food politics, Things which grow from the ground
