Life Continues

Really everything is boring right now. No exciting news. My friendster profile continues to get more hits than my web log, which only means that I should advertise this on Friendster, except that since I don't post so much anymore there isn't much point. I've been reading quite a bit. In the last few weeks:

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers. She published this at the ripe old age of 23, but it's good but not great, so don't feel bad. I read this for the girl book club I'm in. Last time I was the only person who finished the book (Delta Wedding, by Eudora Welty). We meet again tonight.

Pnin, by Nabokov. Charming and succinct, the main character, except for the dentures, sounds like a Russian deadringer for Dr. Justin Frank (there are lots of descriptions about his very tan, bald, head.)

Snow Crash, by Neil Stephenson. Sometimes you just need sci-fi, and this sci-fi was pretty good. I got a little lost on the Sumerian shit, but I liked all the stuff about the privatization of the planet, The Raft (a floating community of third world refugees) was a pretty cool concept, as were the burbclaves (The Mews at Windsor Heights I found particularly amusing.) The Metaverse/samurai shit made me feel—as did the dot-com stuff in Cryptonomicon—like a huge nerd. That's fine I guess.

Some book about Cuba by a woman named Isadora Tattlin. I forget what it's called. It's basically this woman's diary from when she was living as a housewife in Cuba where her European husband was transferred. It makes me never want to get married and/or have children. This woman's whole life is her cocksure husband and kids, and he is super annoying at times and she's an idiot and worries a lot about stuff like what she is going to bag the kids' snack food in. It was annoying.

I just started Band of Angels by Robert Penn Warren but I don't think I'm going to finish it.

The band decided on The Lazy Fair, no "e." The other was deemed "too brainy." Go figure. How about them Oscars? I hadn't seen any of the movies. I don't go to the movies anymore, which is sad. In New York it was all I did, which was sad in another way, because I'd always go alone. Part of a recently burdgeoning problem in Little Rock is that I go out every night, and I drink heavily every night, and this week I think I'm going to put a stop to it.