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 to go against the wills of two of the 20th century’s greatest creative minds and [...]

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 rack.  It’s currently back to a bookshelf, hangin’ out in our hall collecting stuff:

Yes, I [...]

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 something made me want it so I toddled on down to Titles to order it [...]

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 things to get unpacked when I move. There’s always a stack of [...]

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 my thinking (as opposed to purely entertaining) book of the moment.  I finished reading the [...]