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Why does no one tell me of these things? Roxy is, bar none, my favorite band ever (though The Band are a goddamn close second). Any autobiography by a band member (or ancillary, if you're out there Rik Kenton or...shit, lotta dead bass players) is an absolute. Hopefully Phil wrote the book, feed it to Eno's VC3, and let fly the manipulations. Watch me while I hold my breath.

Until these m*therf*ckers (I mean future academicians!) finish their goddamn finals, my brain is mush and attention divided. Ergo, Charlie Feathers w a mule full of wine. You’re sorely missed, Lux. “That’s what killed ‘im—hot nuts!”

I think I’ve let this sit on a shelf for a decade, forgotten. I know that the shenanigans of a hacker collective rendered 8000 universities and colleges sitting on the edge of our royal shelf last week, and I finished 32 of the last 38 hrs working just now as result. I think I need to not think. “Some people read idea books.” Fuck em, Alex.

Yay, I got an Uncorrected Proof yesterday in the mail. Thanks hashtag Knopf. Yes. Duty dine.

Hey, sue me. The world's a fucked up deal. Sanitarium I a-come.

After ARCs on Zionism and Palestinian Resistance by the no less seismically moving Moser and (my goddamn motherfucker) Khanafani, and especially considering my general disinclination toward non-fiction, I’m hoping this proves big dumb fun. You all can have the fucking world—I just want my half.

The Make Love, Fuck the War Band

Voice & Omnichord: Dagmar Krause
Guitars: Robert Fripp; Neil Young; 1976-vintage Tom Verlaine
ARP, Mellotron, Korg Micro Bass; Moog:Pope Bob Prevost
Bowed Double-Bass: Eberhart Weber
Drums: The ghost of Martin Lamble
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President: Fuck, please die.
VP: see above
Congress: How do you sleep?
Media: Die, parasite
Reality: Malleable
Outlook: Meh

I’m stoked to be reading this so far ahead of publication. Yes, I am Californian. Thanks to the publisher. Before you go off title alone, Moser is the guy you have to thank for Lispector’s resurrection and subsequent publication/cottage industry.

“Make love, fuck the war.”

TRP, 1973

“All I need gonna fall away like rain”

TVZ, 1973

I reread Bangs’ collection every 30 or so years. I last read this in the middle 90s; will what was a resource for DATA before the clusterfuck of the internet still be, sorry, crazy after all these years? How much of Lester’s zimzam fruggalug, tugging ol’ Lou Reed’s johnson, and defense-by-WORDMASS/‘faux-Beat poetickzzz as a compensation mechanism’ may ruined by my need to crush rosy lenses? Let’s see.

Look at Indy and his ARC there. What a smug prick.

Fact: Work is the greatest lie ever perpetuated upon humankind.

Effect: fuck me.

Reviews will recommence once I’ve adjusted to the multifocal ‘progressive’ lenses currently impeding every aspect of waking hours, or I’ve gouged out my eyes w the pull tab off a Schlitz 24oz. Whichever comes first. Even money odds on DraftKings currently. “You stroke my locks/Some marijuana if you got some”—

O, jet lag, will you please go fuck yourself? I just tried to take a drag off a smoothie’s straw. So, reading should be fucking great.

Reading and traveling the compass points of Japan do strange bedfellows make. Is this how ‘normal’ non-readers do it? It’s fucking horrible.

My life of greasing international crime syndics is over. “The Shrew” is going above ground where the light allows reading.

“The Corleone family was like the Roman Empire.”

“Yeah, it was…once.”

—Frankie Pentangeli &Tom Hagen

I’m trying to peck howsoever I may over the next weeks of being overseas. Little prescient on the name, Ron. Goddamn, he was a hell of an asset to humanity X

My impending flight to Japan, though not til Monday, is already wreaking havoc on my limbic system. Reading affected. Fuck me—it is a brutal flight already, but the Pacific ain’t looking too pacific this winter.
Remember, I loved you all.

Avenge me!

WHY: Boredom? Work inertia? Entropy? Whatever. It's too long to post here, but attached below I picked MY FAVORITE BOOKS LIST THING of the year. Some were rereads, most not, all topmost of the popmost. Socially, the year was a fucking derailed train. Bookishly? Fantastic. I would gladly swap the two.

Happy New Year, goodwill to all things living, a reliquary for all things not, and SOLIDARITY, MOTHERFUCKERS X

Holidays are fucking terrible for being able to read. ‘‘Tis the season to listen to a lot of horseshit.

Humbug(gery).

Holy shit, I just got a friend request from the MOST gorgeous young creature. She REALLY and obviously is interested in more than books, nudge-nudge. Her neck is also about 4 vertebrae too many, her glasses are hovering over her face, and her body’s bent at an impossible angle. Thank God that AI never happened; I can totally trust my heart! Humanity, YAY!

Someone (cough) seems to have become QUITE the popular Goodreader for women of East Asian or, especially, Central/Eastern European extraction. And they ALL want to have open, immediate private dialogue.AND are so curious about me they even want my bank account numbers! Flattered PINK, femmes de la nuit. 夜晚嘅女人。鍾意你嘅工作.

X

Wait—Is GR axing DM’s because the frequency of ‘women’ fishing for friendships that are just fronts for Only Fans/money? You know, the follow-up DM’d “Hey Cody, I love how big your shelf is; do you like to chat? I do…” shit? Have we become such fragile flowers? Tell Leonid/Nikolai to fuck off. Or, do what I do: accept request, ignore DM. Fuck that—I’m never going to scrutinize YOUR legitimacy.

Hey! Just announced: the 2025 Winners of Shit I’ll Never Read contest. Runners-up, too.

Winner—Fiction: The United States Constitution

Being the fantastickal and tragical masterpiece of 13 yr olds fucking.

This is what happens when you commit to doing a thing.

Will true love conquer all?!?

No more personal messages. Why? I have met some incredible people over my decade here, and often our friendships were enabled by our ability to have conversation at length w/out audience. Really GOOD fucking people, each I likely never would've known a fraction as well on a human/non-avatar level. That's the point, isn't it; to further decenter the 'I' of GR for the utility of commerce? THANK YOU ALL. We had a time.

Am I the only person that hates reading dreams as narrative device—no, reading dreams for any reason? They read so boring. I’ve never understood the impulse beyond their obviousness. True, I don’t care about my own dreams. Fuck Freud.
RIP Mani X

Thank Christ. Game back on. Who’s gonna win the war? Love a mystery…

Interrupted by work. I fucking hate even having two books ‘reading now’ or whatever the fuck it’s called on here—currently reading. That’s it. Makes me feel, dunno, like a piece of meat. Ok. Be back after quickie hookup with old flame, Don DeLillo. Prick. This is great thus far.

Ridiculous as it sounds, I’m really not in the mood for this. Have two refresh memory by Thursday for work, and just spaced it til now. Cue the Elvis v Hitler showdown.

Because no one gives a shit, which is doubtlessly an indicator of positive mental health, I’m rereading the First Quarto. This is also known as The Long One/The Basement Tapes.