Whoo! Let's here it for sleeping in until 9:30, I feel so privileged. Actually that makes me feel like an old man, but we'll leave that alone.
Today is homework and movie day. On deck:
Yeah, I'm pretty much going to feel dirty and mischievous by the end of all of that. I might also do a matinée of either Breach or The Number 23, but maybe not.
Other intake.
Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain • Good stuff. Some of it is poorly written and Bourdain repeats the “cooks and restaurant workers are the scumdogs of the universe” description ad nauseam, but it is still enjoyable. It really makes you want to take a peak into the kitchens of your favorite restaurants and see if he is telling the truth, which I guarantee he is. I am still a little disappointed that the television show didn't last longer. It was funny and had that bug-eyed kid from Freaks and Geeks, but then again that got canceled too. A good here and there or shitter read, pick it up.
A Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut • Funny, poignant and purely entertaining; it's Vonnegut–duh. Getting away from his usual fiction fare, this tiny little tome reads like a conversation with one of America's greatest novelists. You'll finish it in an hour or so, and you'll wish there was more. Best quote:
“If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
There's a bit of comfort in statements like that.
Time for Late Edition.
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