With Gusto

Hey Ho, I almost lost my troll (nowt to do with Vancouver)

What a bizarre weekend, filled with everything an art students needs -- good times, a weird car, people, BBJs one night, the beach the second night. I'm reading B3L C4NT0 and at times I love it, but at most times I don't. I don't know what it is about it. . . perhaps it's overwritten, but the narrative is great. I can almost skim and forget the overblown descriptions and just ingest what the book is doing with the narrative, which is undoubtedly fascinating. A group of terrorists overtake an important party expecting the President of a small country to be attending. Their plan was to capture the president, but he cancelled and the terrorists ended up with a house full of people from varying countries. The normal plot for a book goes something like (bear with the dots proceeding):

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But this book kinda goes:

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And so sometimes I'm left feeling out of sorts. I'm currently listening to the strangest mix tape of all time. I think it's more of a document of how the person thinks in real time, thoughts slanted onto electrical tape and then played out on a few stereoes. Tomorrow is a day of work, finding it, schooling it. There are many folks out there who believe too much in the educational process.

Posted by matty-b at September 20, 2004 10:56 PM