take THAT, heaviest book i’ve probably ever read for my own pleasure. finally, i have scaled to the summit of the mountain known as infinite jest. it was a six-week journey and not exactly a walk in the park, but the hours paid off. very good book. i would have liked more of a tying up of ends before it finished, but i guess once you get to over a thousand pages you get to thinking you should just call it quits sometime soon, as a writer. just a theory. great book though.

storytime:

today i went to the beach with my lady and there was a family with a couple little girls on the sand not far from us. at one point, one of the little girls yelled in her father’s direction (he was behind us, facing toward the water and his daughter, playing catch with his son), “oh my god, look, a clown!” so of course i turned around and looked up behind us. on the bike path up the short hill from the beach was a person riding a bike, with brightly colored paper wrapped between its spokes, wearing mismatched clothes and a funny hat and with large bundles in a baskets at both front and back of the bike. i turned to my girlfriend, who had her head down tanning, and said, chuckling, “that’s not a clown. . . that’s a hobo.” the girl’s father was laughing too though, so i didn’t feel too bad. boy, was that funny. little kids crack me up.

[now hearing this: texas is the reason – do you know who you are? this cd holds classic status in my collection — i can never go too long without pulling it back out and giving it a listen, and tonight was one of those nights.]