Read-A-Thon: Update the Third & Nicole’s Feed Me Seymour Mini-Challenge
No, this is not what I’m snacking on. Though I wish it was! In fact, if I didn’t know that I had a nice big piece of baklava sitting in my fridge for later, I might run up to Mighty-O Donuts. In fact, I still might, as it’s only a few blocks away and open until 5 PM.
Fall Festival Recipe Exchange
The uber-awesomeness that is My Friend Amy has apparently recovered from her post-BBAW fatigue and hooked us up with the best thing to go with reading: Food.
Consider the Lobster & Other Essays by David Foster Wallace
I started planning this blog when I was reading this book. Because I vacillated so much, if not with every page, then certainly with every essay, between liking and despising DFW, I cooked up all sorts of things to say about him. How Gen X he is, with his Eddie Vedder hair, what a holier-than-thou-smarter-than-you-and-there’s-nothing-you-can-ever-even-do-about-it type guy he is, how what he really needs is a good editor to pare down his shit and get rid of some of those footnotes, but how if I were a single woman, would I fuck him? Well, yeah, O.K., probably. But then when I was about halfway through the book, I found out he killed himself last year. And I was like, well, fuck, I can’t say those things now.
This is a DNF–a did not finish–for me. Not a did not finish the book, but a did not finish the diet.
I just finished this book, like, half an hour ago. It’s short, fun read–Magical Realism in 246 pages, though it reads faster than that.