Disgusting Snack Foods

I love Funyunsâ„¢. They are a deliciously different snack that’s fun!

Funyuns may be fun, but they are also disgusting. They smell like onion-flavored 409â„¢. And they can cut up the roof of your mouth if you’re not careful – like Cap’n Crunchâ„¢. But I love crushing up the final three or four “yuns” in the bag into tiny crunchy cornmeal pieces and tipping the bag on its end so that the yummy, yellow starchy goodness slides right into my mouth. Niiiiiiice. Continue reading

Bukowski: “These Words I Write Keep Me From Total Madness”

On a whim, I decided to check out the poet and novelist, Henry Charles Bukowski. Actually, the whim was provoked by me watching the movie “Sideways”, where hapless Miles bemoans his sorry existence to Jack, who tries to cheer him up after Miles’ book was rejected for the third (fourth?) time:

Miles: “Half my life is over, and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing. I’m a thumb print on the window of a skyscraper. I’m a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage.”
Jack: “See? Right there. Just what you just said? That is beautiful. ‘A smudge of excrement surging out to sea.’ I could never write that.”
Miles: “Neither could I, actually. I think it’s Bukowski.”
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International Literature

I love books, but I’m a prisoner of the English language. With the exception of reading Stephen King’s short story “Quitters, Incorporated” in my third-year German class in high school (what were you thinking, Frau Nicholsen?), I’ve never read anything other than books written in English (the five pages I suffered through of “The Tin Drum” do not count).

Being uni-lingual is (um, obviously) a huge disadvantage when it comes to discovering and reading great works of literature in other languages, because only the blockbuster writers are ever translated for English readers (Garcia Marquez, Dostoevsky, etc.). I know there are many, many brilliant writers I’m missing, and I’d love to hear recommendations (classic and comtemporary, fiction and non-fiction, etc.) of books to read from foreign writers around the world.


Summer Reading

Hollywood is panicking because attendance at movies is down again this summer. I’m afraid I’ve gone along with the trend; while in past years I would go to one or two, I can’t remember having seen a single film in the theater this summer.

I do make frequent visits to the local library, however . . .

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