Throwing a Child is like Cleaning a Dish

Sean Lovelace's new blog includes reviews of nachos and a feature 'the loudest sound I heard today.' He also today pitted me against Phillip Larkin in a who-writes-best-about-death heads up match. Heads up again Phillip Larkin? I think I have burns under my sideburns from the post-grave headlock. The work of mine he is discussing is the 2nd of my two published here.

Sean's SO, THIS IS DRINK is easily among my favorite pieces ever published online, or elsewhere for that matter. Read it. Subscribe to his blog, it's been highly entertaining already.

I want to challenge Sean to a nacho consumption throwdown but I don't think I'm in good shape for it yet. Plus he clearly has a strong nacho mind.

Nachos are the Kool Keith of food.



I feel my energy is shifting. I am fully back in my loft again. It feels new. It feels clean. New bed. New sofas. A wonderful person sleeping beside me.

They say if you say your energy is shifting, if you write it down, it can help make it so, but I actually believe it is.

I don't know if I believe that thing about the saying it making it happen more, but ok. Did I just negate the possibility? I am a negator. That's ok with me too.

I did not just lose two huge poker hands so I'm not being negative and talking about pussy in this post, that's good.

I am going to see two of my favorites in the next 6 weeks, both of which I have tickets for now: David Byrne is playing here, doing the BUSH OF GHOSTS stuff and some Heads stuff and some solo I'm sure. I think that may almost complete my list of people I need to see play live before I die, though I still need some incarnation of Michael Gira at least.

Also seeing Crispin Glover when he comes here for two nights to show WHAT IS IT? and do a q&a and read from his books. Man. It's been a long wait for him to finally come out this far. The preview makes my face softer.




Something?

The Executioner's Song

I just read that Norman Mailer died on Saturday. I didn't even hear a peep.

I've read a handful of his work, but The Executioner's Song is by far my favorite. It is probably in my top 10 favorite books ever.



It is creative nonfiction before there was a term 'creative nonfiction.' It is the story of Gary Gilmore, who in the 70's randomly went into a gas station and made the attendant lie down on the floor and then shot him in the back of the head. There wasn't really any reason. He just did it.

He was also the first person to fight for his own right to be killed. He was on death row and they wouldn't kill him and he fought for them to kill him.

Mailer writes the story in simple, nice sentences and somehow encaptures the whole thing with this weird pull that makes you not able to stop reading it.

It is 1,056 pages and I read it in I think 3 days.

It is also the loose basis of the film Cremaster 2 by Matthew Barney, which has some awesome images (though most of the really good ones I can't find online).







I'm not one to romanticize dead icons, but you should read this book.