Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, February 28, 2004 The Pitch: It's like Pootie Tang meets Lost in Translation! Well, hello dere.End of February, more or less. "Leap year" seems like such an outdated, unexciting term--I think they should call it something like SUPER HAPPY BONUS YEAR! You'd think we'd have learned something from video games and Asian restaurants by now--who wouldn't rather go to DOUBLE BOUNTY JOYFUL HOUSE as opposed to THE CHINESE JOINT DOWN THE STREET. The second set of wisdom teeth got yanked on Wednesday--almost exactly two years to the day after the last set got pulled. I don't have to worry about cleaning those little bastards any more, and thank God for that. And just like two years ago, I got vicodin and pudding and Edi taking care of me, so there's part of me a little sad I've got no more inessential teeth to get yanked. Of course, I'm a little low overall--a mix of distant throbbing discomfort on the right side of my head, and a sleepy haze from too many vicodin and Advil--so I'm a bit sad about everything at the moment. Yesterday at CE, I finally finished the 14th and final volume of Love Hina which probably came about three volumes too late. It was a good couple of months reading romantic comedy manga, tho--particularly in the early volumes when the artists gleefully and carelessly contrived endless romantic triangles. By the end----ehhh. Even I couldn't get into potential goth girl incest. Let that be a lesson to you: when even Jeff Lester isn't interested in potential goth girl incest, you've made a serious wrong turn somewhere. Particularly a shame since Love Hina's set-up of a geeky guy working at a girl's dorm (endless panty shots, endless Three's Company-esque situations) was so dang...I dunno. Effervescent, I guess. I'm still reading Gravity's Rainbow, and still at a leisurely pace. For the last week or so, I was reading it mainly on the toilet, appropriate considering I just got through the infamous "Slothrop/Kenosha Kid" sequence. Amazingly, Pynchon just manages to keep spinning the book weirder and weirder--Katje is introduced in a sequence that then flashes back to her "enslavement" by Blicero, back to Katje, Pirate Prentice and Osbie Feel a second later, then back to a long sequence about Katje's ancestors wiping out the Dodo, and then back to Pirate and Osbie that evening (I think), wondering what's going to become of Katje, who's already left for the "White Visitation," and the sequence ending, with the scene from the opening being shown, via film projector, to Grigori, the giant octopus..... If I think about it too much, I'm filled with despair--the other day I opened up my Nanovel of '03 to check it out, and it was a humbling experience, even without comparisons to the masterpiece being re-read. Pynchon jammed more character, more event, more luminous prose and more thematic resonance in his twenty-some-odd page sequence than I stingily spooned out in my two hundred. It makes me just want to skulk out of my job, go home to my girlfriend and throw the blankets over my head for three weeks...even though it'll mean missing out on the extra day of SUPER HAPPY BONUS YEAR! posted by Jeff Lester | 6:19 PM | |
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