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last night i cooked pork tenderloin, mashed potatoes, carrots, and peas. americana at its finest. then i watched napoleon dynamite for the first time so i could finally understand the annoying allusions hipsters make to it. i found it funny, but not very. poor hipsters. then later in the evening i was about to go out to an old friend's going away party--but that was...
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the weekend was full of errands. i got lost on the way to Wal-mart (had only been once before) and then nearly died once i was inside. Who knew Holmes humidifiers had so many filters? Otherwise, I finished Artaud's book on Heliogabalus, the 3rd century gender-bending pederast Roman emporer. Bizarre and diffused book, but could have some good implications for my own work. Also finished...
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i finished Daumal. it was disarmingly simple. i thought the metaphor of a mountain between heaven and earth a little flat-footed, and its execution a tad juvenile, but sometimes those small books with bold outlines are the most memorable.

There's a story that Christian Gauss, Edmund Wilson's teacher, met Oscar Wilde in Paris. The aging Wilde had pared down his library to only three books: Walter Pater's The Renaissance, Flaubert's La Tentation de Saint Antoine and Swinburne's Atalanta in Calydon.

I couldn't keep the moustache.

I'm growing a big 'stash for a Trek bikes halloween thing. Four days into it and I already look creepy.

reading Daumal's 'Mount Analogue'

finished monsieur teste by paul valery. despite the high praise i was not particularly impressed by it. heard the magic numbers finally.