In the A Different Light Bookstore in San Francisco’s Castro district, seeking souvenirs and solace from the unrelenting atypical November sun, I saw the Robert Erdmann capture of a golden boy face staring out at me behind the words AMERICAN PSYCHO BRET EASTON ELLIS and couldn’t say no.
1,430km later, after plane, bus, and rail rides, a hair salon, secluded university rooms and couches played host in their turn, I closed its covers and put it down.
And what an oddly compelling novel.
Continuing from my last post, part 2 of Andy Garland’s creative gift.
Hmm I wonder how much boy-retainers go for these days…and how much I’ll need to pay people to call me The Historical Miss with regularity…
This is the first time I’ve ever received a personalized epic saga for a Christmas gift. I think…yes…I think I rather like this kind of ode! (She confessed, stroking her swollen ego.)
I’ll note, for those not following my Twitter or every waking moment of my life via a hired P.I. (and why aren’t you?), that this poem does indeed chronicle recent misadventures in my life, and I’ll let you decide how much is embellishment and how much is biography.
Thanks (and credit) goes to Andy Garland, a fine screenwriter and playwright if ever there was such a thing.
“Good note-taking is the foundation stone of good scholarship.” — Someone, somewhere, surely.
As those of you who follow my Twitter know, I am still very much alive. But my last post here, on the other hand, was four months ago. The unannounced hiatus is by no means a sign of abandonment. The internet may have taken some Ezetimibe, but by gum, I’ll have it clogged again in no time.
My excuse reason for the profound silence?
School. Reconciling postmodernist linguistic theory with the practice of history for three hours every Thursday had the tendency to leave my brain a quivering, thoughtless mass for at least 72 hours afterward. Add to that primary task various essays, heaps of weekly readings in four courses, the odd job and the odd article for the student paper, and I found myself lacking sufficient brain juice to string together a worthwhile post. It’s my blogging philosophy that an entry should be coherent, entertaining, and topical* and I could only ever seem to conceptually muster two of the three at any given time this past semester – if that.
I hope that my free-ish time in December will allow me some moments to reflect on the great experiences I’ve had as a person and as a student in the past four months. (And I can assure you that the student is not a real type of person.)
A sample platter: My trip to San Francisco, the tattoo I found myself acquiring there, my hands-on experiences with a 453 year-old book, the music I’ve been listening to, and the books and articles I’ve been reading.
So do get comfy and acquire yourself some tea. At a snail’s pace, I’ll endeavor to unpack some interesting reads.
*This philosophy may or may not be consistently reflected in actual entries :D
