The Most Dangerous Book: The Battle for James Joyce’s Ulysses is an excellent work of literary, biographical, and legal history that digs deep into the impact Ulysses had in the creation of our modern free speech rights.
Twin Peaks is the Twin Peaks-iest. I thought about reading for a while, but instead I poked around on the internet. I’m reminded that Facebook is the worst. C’mon cosmic mojo! It’s a weird week and it’s only Tuesday (Wednesday?).
The smoke blew away in the wind and the rain. No Mary Poppins though. Some people were reading books but I couldn’t quite see the covers. Damn. A lot of hustle and bustle while staying in one place. Some accordion is being played. Somewhere. (I know where.)
I’ve been trying out this Mastodon thing a little bit here. It’s interesting. I’m not really sure I understand or if it’ll catch on. But it’s sort of fun noodling around with it. This ones sort of a book chat instance called Bookwitty.
Smoke everywhere (or at least nearby). The clocks will be the ruin of us all. Delirious, delicious in the sunshine. Small children trying to defenestrate.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum shouted a lot. Just saying. A new coffee pot makes delicious coffee. Driving all over Hell’s half acre. It’s for a good cause! Shooting up aliens.
The sun came out. No more tears at the bus stop. All the tiny words just kept looming. Sometimes you hate where you’re from and you want everyone to know. Or maybe you don’t realize, but everyone else does?
You know it’s bad, when you’re asking a quasi-stranger at the bus stop for life advice.
Words, words, words! Water water everywhere, and nary a drop to drink. Etc.
Sometimes you’re an aardvark, but you think you’re a wombat.
A drop in the vast internet ocean.