and completely neglecting the outside world, housework, and the blog. Just finished Patton Oswalt’s book Zombie Spaceship Wasteland… it was great. I know him as a comedian, not even that well, but his writing is surprisingly amazing. Super well written book.
Currently reading Neil Strauss’ Everyone Loves You When You’re Dead: Journeys into Fame and Madness. Basically, everyone who is famous is absolutely nuts. Except Chris Rock. Strauss has interviewed pretty much every famous person in the world.
From Chris Rock’s interview, a truth nugget:
Basically, whatever was going on when you started to get laid will stick with you for the rest of your life.
So that explains the recurring nightmares featuring lots of Dick Cheney and Kid A. Overshare: I tried to lose my virginity the day the U.S. declared war in Iraq. Kid A was playing. We were ultimately unsuccessful. I was in America at the time. Scary yet fun times, with a scary yet beautiful soundtrack.
On my bed side table, there is a pile of books about to topple over. Theo Fleury’s memoir, early Sedaris that I finally got around to purchasing, the Savage Detectives by Roberto Belano (awesome first 200 pages), Jessica Anya Blau’s Drinking Closer to Home, Sarah Vowell, and a 1000+ page tome by Adam Levin. Oh and David Rakoff, and Tana French.
This is what happens in the weeks following my birthday. Everybody buys me books and I hibernate.