Today I ate chinese food. My waiter had the best mohawk of time. It made me smile so big, the food was good too. I didn't even get a tummy ache. I ALWAYS get a tummy ache.
Last night I had long conversations about living unconventional lives, then I learned how to play high notes on the trumpet. I'm so awful, but that too made me smile.
I get to go to starved rock on Sunday and I'm pretty jazzed. Let's cross our legs for good weather. I want to hike the hell out of that place. I've been writing off and on, but the words just come in fragments of ideas, felt feelings and recycled dreams. I'm sure that won't last for too long.
I finished a book today, it was complete mental masturbation, I won't even divulge the title ... I need a summer book list, badly. Any ideas?
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Dodie Bellamy, The Letters of Mina Harker; Mary Gaitskill, Because They Wanted To; Lara Glenum, The Hounds of No; Loren Goodman, Famous Americans; Matthea Harvey, Sad Little Breathing Machine; Sheila Heti, The Middle Stories; Tony Hoagland, What Narcissism Means to Me; Jennifer L. Knox, A Gringo like Me; Gary Lutz, Stories in the Worst Way; Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Any of David Mitchell's first three books: Ghostwritten, #9 Dreams, or (especially) Cloud Atlas. Also Haruki Murakami is great if you have never picked him up - and I think his short stories are a good introduction. Check out _After the Quake_ if you want quick/quality short stories.
Yes! Thanks this is exactly what I needed.
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