Wednesday, January 31st, 2007

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Wednesday, January 31st, 2007 12:56 pm
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22) The Inner Circle by TC Boyle, 418 pgs
Not enough sex for a book about sex! Where's the naughty bits! I know you can write them!

23) Fierce Food by Christa Weil, 218 pgs
Bot flies, uni, dung beetles, geoduck, etc. This was actually difficult to read while eating.

24) The Truth About Garden Remedies: What Works, What Doesn't and Why by Jeff Gillman, 191 pgs.
All about garden wives tales. Beer doesn't actually help the garden, but compost does. I think [livejournal.com profile] crossfire_ would like it, I did. Well worth the time, easy and very dry humor.

25) Drawn and Quarterly, volume 5, 191 pgs
What would you do if you found out you inherited $800,000.00 from your grandmother, but she gained it by exploiting the Jews in the Holocaust?

26) T.Otts Tales of Error, 50 pgs
Really neat and intense scratch drawings.

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Wednesday, January 31st, 2007 05:20 pm
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"I think a claw-foot bathtub will fit in here."

Makes me as mushy as something like, 'you can have a new doggie' or 'I've shined your shoes.'
Okay, more mushy.

Today was the other end of Tai Chi. We spent half an hour doing the first 5 minutes. Very Very very slowly. My knees hurt like BJs on concrete.
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Looks like I've got a new home.

IS THERE A RHUBARB PLANT ON THE PROPERTY?


The new Fall Out Boy album is pretty weak, except for, "This ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race," which rocks my Tai Chi. But not in a punk rock way like it should. Whatever happened to hardcore and music about fucking shit up? How can I fuck shit up without a soundtrack?
The new Bright Eyes isn't weepy enough, or really at all.
It's so easy to give Arcade Fire a hard time because who could follow an act like "Neighborhood #1?" Which is really Denver for the past month:

And if the snow buries my,
my neighborhood.
And if my parents are crying
then I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours,
yeah a tunnel from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney
and meet me in the middle,
the middle of the town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long
and forget all we used to know,
then our skin gets thicker
from living out in the snow.

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