When I'm sick with a cold the only time I feel good is when I'm in the bath. You know what I mean? You fill up a warm tub, soak until you feel wrinkly and relaxed, and then you figure you've revived yourself enough to face the remainder of the day. But once you're out of the tub and dried off -- once the prospect of getting dressed hits -- bang, you feel sick again, and ready for another soak.
I hit the library this afternoon and picked up some new books: another book by Andrey Kurkov called The Case of the General's Thumb, On the Road by Kerouac (I know, how hideously 10 years too late for me), Herzog by Saul Bellow, and How Green Was My Valley by Richard Llewellyn. I haven't decided which one to crack open first.
It's a windy, temperamental day. My kitchen is a mess. My motivation is missing.
Comments (4)
i have yet to read Kerouac also.
Posted by heather | May 21, 2008 4:31 PM
Posted on May 21, 2008 16:31
Kerouac's "On the Road" really isn't as exciting if you're not eighteen years old; it feels tied very strongly to a particular section of one's life. I don't know. "Dharma Bums" probably stands up better.
Posted by ben | May 22, 2008 9:35 AM
Posted on May 22, 2008 09:35
I read On the Road about 5 years ago and I loved it. My ex was surprised I liked it so much because he thought the treatment of women was pretty appalling. That didn't really bother me though -- more than anything it's a really interesting cultural document.
Posted by tara | May 23, 2008 6:39 AM
Posted on May 23, 2008 06:39
You still haven't written an entry called "Elijah Wood is creepy as fuck." What's up with that?
Posted by ben | May 26, 2008 9:44 AM
Posted on May 26, 2008 09:44