With certain seasons come certain habits and desires and on the short winter days I find myself drawn to listening to my records. I usually listen to Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy and Smog, a bit of Bob Dylan and Neil Young—all very warm and comforting, like home. It is unfortunate, then, that my receiver remains dismantled in the shop of a friend of Tim’s. The cost to rectify my hasty mistake: $250. This is also the estimated cost of a new windshield. The decision is clear. So instead of enjoying the crackle and pop of vinyl under a nicely broken-in stylus, I have to listen to my iPod through an alarm clock thing with one speaker…Needless to say it sucks.
I’ve been reading Slaughterhouse—Five and though it’s been a bit since I’ve read Vonegut I fell right back into it, easily, nearly habitually. I was pleasantly reminded of how much I enjoy his style of writing compared to others such as Melville. Vonegut’s grammar is simple but the theory behind this work—and much of his other stuff—can be quite complicated. He is a brilliant satirist (satire happens to be my favorite) and I find myself laughing from time to time at his dry sense of humor. I am very grateful I stumbled upon this little book. It’s nice to not have homework for a while, the absence of it allows for more spontaneous indulgence and relaxing afternoons.
Things with Paul (not Chipotle Paul, NIPP Paul) are going well.
I’m looking forward to a ski trip George and I planned with her brothers; I’m waaay pumped.
Ron is coming home; I’m very pumped to have lunch with him at Chipotle.
Pat’s was good this weekend—thank god.
BTW Family Guy is hilAAArious.
