i am one cultured indie cat this week. last night i went to a chuck klosterman reading for his book killing yourself to live out in westwood for some major hipster points, tonight i’m headed out to pasadena for a bret easton ellis reading for lunar park, and this weekend is sunset junction in silverlake for a rilo kiley concert. hot damn is LA happening this weekend.

the klosterman reading last night was excellent. true, i haven’t read this new book yet (got me a signed copy to flip through now though). but i adored sex, drugs, and cocoa puffs, and his frenetic and semi-encyclopedic ability to ramble on pop culture’s reflections of life translates exactly to his live presence. he just talks and talks without stopping or even pausing, and this is one clever, insightful guy. guess he deserves to be senior editor of magazines, thrice-published author and contributor extraordinaire at the ripe age of 33 with that kind of wit.

the scene there was cool too because it was only maybe 30 or 40 people tops and i felt like we were so elite in our bookish music nerdiness. not in that snobby or reclusive way of high fidelity clerks, really — after all, i did get a pretty girl to go with me (and more importantly, leave with me) — but in an intimate group of culture appreciators kind of way. plus kumar from the recent eponymous white castle film was there too; harold must have been working late.

other LA kids can still catch him if you hurry, he’s doing other readings tonight and monday. everyone else, i’d say grab the book because he made it sound glorious with his description: “one part journalism on my trip to the locations of various famous rock and roll deaths. one part my wrestling with a decision between two women i was in love with who i had resolved to choose by the end of this three week road trip. and one part exploration of what it would be like to live those three weeks constantly making an effort to be fully conscious of my own mortality.” nice.