Cooler. Rain. Gray. Driving the car around. Embarrassed to be so pleased with such a thing. Ashamed to be having too much. Relieved and pleased it is just like the car in Albuquerque and even a few tweaks better.
Guyotat. At the end of the book we hear he went to a school run by the Brothers of the Christian Schools. Perfect. Now I think I won't send the book to John Miller, from high school. Gave up recommending books to people a while back. Good move. However the strangeness of the book resonated with me in odd ways, it surely will not with John. I've heard a bit from Phil about him over the last thirty years, but I hardly know him. Or if he reads anything other than the WSJ.
Is Guyotat's Coma any better than In the Deep. So far perhaps a bit. But it gives the sense again that we're dealing with a strange bird who may not be the artist-author he wants to be. Who can tell. What about the huge Antunes volumes stacked up here? With Schattenfroh due to arrive, should I start anything?
Charger anxiety became terrible yesterday. Could not use the Mac book for days because I could not find the charger for it. Ordered one and it turned out to be the wrong fit. Desperately ordered others and then canceled those after finding the correct ones in the Apple Store online.
Was not going to do this blog anymore.
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