Think I'm getting the hang of this.

@moldgold222 I will reveal at the Home & Office gig, but you already know who this is ;p

I just finished "With The Animals" by Noelle Revaz. It was terrible, and also pretty good. The prose was fine and the story spoke to issues with masculinity that I think are worth exploring, but the main character was an ogre and I did not enjoy living in his head. Still, it was a quick read and it had some unique diction. They used the word "squy" for sneaking a peak at something. I like that. I don't know if I would recommend it but if someone wants to live in the head of a French/Swiss cattle farmer that hates his wife, I have the book for you.

I read Dhalgren over the winter. When I was staying at a friends house this weekend, I saw he was part way through it and asked if he was enjoying it. He said he was so frustrated the Kid only wore one shoe that he couldn't pick the it back up. That's the best take I've heard about Dhalgren. I do highly recommend that book fwiw. I'll probably write more about it later. I think about it all the time.

I'm on the laptop and not the celly. Can you tell? The machine changes the writing so much. I don't know why. Even different websites make me write differently. My emails sound psychotic. Who is this man? Why is he so formal?

They're taking a big tube and sucking all the woodchips out of my attic this morning. That's what the builders used for insulation back in to 20's. It doesn't work and it's a huge fire hazard. Im dozing on the couch while they get the giant 8" vacuum hose ready to suck all this shit out, so that I can redo the electrical with a guy from my HAM Radio certification class who I'm kinda obsessed with. He has a dojo and I know his daughters and it's always so nice to become friends with someone cool who is at a different stage of life. Anyway, weird morning. People are in the house. But they're nice and professional. I offered them some coffee and one guy said "hoo boy ha ha I probably shouldn't." What happened to you man? What's the story with that?

I'm gonna go fix shoes today. I should probably get breakfast before I go. There's a cute diner by my house that I adore. Time flies when I'm cobblin. I love doing it but the idea of doing it for the rest of my life makes me want to curl up and die. But the idea of doing anything, even sitting on the couch or playing music, makes me want to curl up and die. I am grateful for life, but... something has got to be done about this. Maybe this is why people like reading philosophy. I hate reading philosophy. Fiction forever, I'm sorry. I cant stand academic writing. I wish I felt differently.

...like it's a competition. I'm insufferable and the universe punishes me accordingly. More like accordionly, pressure pressure pressure, singing, release, gasping, push pull... Also, there's something sorta inherently odd about me. If you figure it out, please tell me.

Every morning I look at the news. It makes time pass so slowly. I'm torn between wanting to know, and knowing it doesn't matter. Do you remember seeing little dirt devils on the playground, and thinking that's what a tornado was?