In the interest of finally finishing a book, I have a new policy of only reading books that have fewer than 100 pages in them. This is surprisingly easy if you read avant garde literature, though the book that inspired this exercise was Death on the Installment Plan by Celine. I am reading Days and Nights by Alfred Jarry, Dr. Marbles and Marianne by Nicki Jackowska and something by Robert Irving (?) -- all of which were selected in a 10 minute period at the public library based on the slimness of their spines. Seriously. There are many criteria for choosing books to read, but at this point in my life, I'm seeking mainly brevity since otherwise, I'll read nothing at all.

From the Jarry, some stuff in the Introduction:

This reminded me of something I heard on the radio the other day, or perhaps that Stewart was talking about (?) -- that perception or experience is the same thing as memory, but memory that is happening to you immediately. An interesting idea to wrinkle your brain even further.

In other news, I cleared out approximately 10 million comment spams from my archives. This was both gratifying and horrifying. I had no idea there was such a thing as a grannies-in-pantyhose fetish until I undertook this project. This is one of the bad things about the internet. You think you have some small pocket of innocence left, and then the spammers find some obscure perversion to enlighten you about. And Holy Smokes, pornographers don't know how to spell. They should be ashamed.

LINK | 9:43 PM | TB

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