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Wednesday 10/18/00
I spent the morning reading about the end of Frank Zappa's life, and so in order to undepress myself I had to read Samuel Beckett. Why not go to this and read Dante and the Lobster?
Because I slept today until five p.m. and missed Metaphysics, I've been up all night so that I can force my clock back around to where it should be. I intend to go to bed around six p.m. today. I stayed up all night writing my Ben Jonson paper (which I have decided to abandon and call finished), memorizing the vocabulary for the German test at 2 p.m., and Internetworming. I found this stuff:
Hunter S. Thompson interviewed by Playboy, presumably 1974
Here's another Thompson interview.
This journal sucks. I now feel much better about my own journal.
This isn't very good, either... the girl who runs it admits to "quiffing" and lives somewhere that looks like Fargo. She appends this suffix to the end of many nouns that should not be so befouled: "-ies". And she experiences "troo love". She has family. Family all over Canada. Also, she bought a slurpee today and is going to school tomorrow. And... she cried at Over The Top
!!!!
Then I found this. I want to listen to Kraftwerk and Radiohead and Ani DiFranco and lay on my velvet pillow and cry.
This is for research purposes.
This is a page about Jim Thompson. He wrote The Getaway. And The Grifters.
This is a Bonnie & Clyde page. Be warned: there are imbedded midis, and they are irritating.Here's another one. The second page don't have so good grammar.
This Mencken link isn't as good as I'd like. Tough titties.
Aside from homework (which I haven't finished), I didn't do very much of consequence today. I went to the grocery store and took The Outlaw Josey Wales back to Blockbuster. Of note, however, are parts of today's Crimson White:
"We're trying to deal with our community. We're trying to deal with our issues at the University of Alabama," Ingram said. "Whatever manifestations of racism exists, they are specific and we need to deal with them at that level."
Flapdoodle! Oh, and there's a subject-verb agreement error in the sentence, but I don't want considerations of grammar to detract from the fact that the statement is nothing but applesauce and horsefeathers. Hocutt would be most displeased.
As I said, I've not slept. It's seven-fifteen on the morning of the nineteenth, and I'm going to switch over to writing today's entry. Things to look forward to in the coming day: my first day since Monday of attending every class, the new Crimson White, German test success, more pictures of Mencken drinking giant beer.
Oh, and how about a picture of Vonnegut?
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