keep on truckin' like a novacane (sic) hurricane

Blowing static on the paranoid short-wave. I'm continuing my forays into wretched books. Currently reading a book on the Burning Man festival. Style-wise, worse than Da Vinci. Content-wise, reminds me of why I hate Scav Hunt and MIT hackers. The people are probably fine, but they're horrible to talk to/about. It all sounds like grand fun, really, if one didn't talk about it so much in that way. ie, the flamethrower/margarita-mixer bike is probably pretty cool, I'd love to see it or take it out for a spin, but, good grief, get a hold of yourself, Mr. Narrator, it isn't the end of the world. I hope to someday be able to articulate what is so wrong about the way these sorts act/talk, but for now I can only depend on the secret transmission of my judgment through these inadequate words. Until then, perhaps my readers could give me a freebie? Of course, Scavvers and MIT hackers need not try to defend themselves, I love you guys dearly, but remember that I don't talk about scav or hacks with you guys if at all possible.

EDIT: High 5! More dead than alive. Rocking the plastic like a man from a casket.

progress: reading

When Mr. Sanchez said he'd try to read 101 books during the church year, I figured I might as well jump on the bandwagon as well, not really having anything better to do. I've been busy lately, however, so here's the progress so far:

• Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown 9/5
  
• Screwed: The Undeclared War Against the Middle Class by Thom Hartmann 9/7
  
• The Ways of Russian Theology, Volume I by Georges Florovsky 9/11
  
• The Century of Revolution: 1603-1714 by Christopher Hill 9/15
  
• The Later Middle Ages: 1272-1485 by George Holmes 9/21

In my defense, they were all free. The last two are from some series on English history. Note the quality of literature. Again, in my defense, I've finished pretty much all the good novels I've got and I wasn't in the mood for rereading. Not included is the swaths of NT I've read in Greek, nor my painstaking labors in languages and mathematics. I'll have more by the end of the month.

to his sweet baby jane

lost my innocence to a no-good girl, scratched my face with anvil hands...

I succeeded in re-arranging my room, for the most part, though I dropped my monitor once and really need a place for this second computer. I'm celebrating by reading The Later Middle Ages by George Holmes [the third volume of the Norton Library History of England, I just finished the fifth, on the 17th century, a few days ago] and listening to Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness by the Smashing Pumpkins - never mind, just finished, switched to Insomniac by Green Day, a rather horrible album, but it has historical value for me. It was, I think, the first album I purchased myself rather than waiting for my older brother to get it and borrowing it from him. There was probably a reason he didn't purchase it himself, in retrospect, but I attributed it at the time to being far cooler than him or something. I bought it at the behest of my best friend and partner in crime [don't worry, the only laws we broke involved jaywalking and riding bikes on sidewalks, rather pedestrian affairs]. History almost as ancient as this book, really, and that's all I do these days, recount the histories of my illustrious and fabled life, and a month seems no further than a decade, though each coming moment is the great and final climax.