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I think I was exposed to Mark Twain at too early an age. I adored the thought of cleverness on riverboats, a linen suited aristocracy, and dirty-kneed girls with hair in their eyes. Also, I read southern horror in elementary school, Anne Rice, and much much more so, Poppy Z. Brite, in elementary school and quickly began to associate the south with sexy alcoholic boys. Moving on into adulthood more "serious" southern lit didn't do much to make the south look like anything other than a damaged, strange, beautiful literate, confusing and deeply traumatized place. In other words: lovely.

All of this as a somewhat circular way to say that I'm thinking of moving to Georgia, or maybe Kentucky. That's where I'm concentrating my graduate school applications, anyway. Well, there and CalArts because it's amazing (seeming). Also I'm fucking sick of the north east and want something radically different for a year or two. I don't particularly want to go anywhere alone, though, so there's that ..

In other news New Order just came on and things got better. I am re-reading "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter" and getting so much more out of it this time. I wish I could pause time, so much, and do this with all the books I've read (well maybe not the Dungeons and Dragons fiction I was addicted to in elementary school). Further, I don't really like Dave Eggers or Salman Rushdie for totally different reasons but "The Station Agent" was lovely and sort of dull.