Duck and Cover

I just finished

http://www.amazon.com/Tracks-Scats-Othe ... 0195536436


Learned a lot about identifying animal tracks, scats and other traces, lol.

Dreadnought wrote:I just finished

http://www.amazon.com/Tracks-Scats-Othe ... 0195536436


Learned a lot about identifying animal tracks, scats and other traces, lol.

mmmm : scat

Strange Angel



I height Don Quixote, I live on Peyote, marihuana, morphine and cocaine. I never knew sadness but only a madness that burns at the heart and the brain, I see each charwoman ecstatic, inhuman, angelic, demonic, divine, Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon that brims with ambrosial wine. I went to the city and found it a pity the devil was playing at hell, And ten million mortals had entered hell's portals and thought they were all doing well. I said: "See, dear people, on every church steeple an imp of the devil at play, See ghouls cut their capers in daily newspapers and fiends in police courts hold sway The mountains are palaces, women are chalices meant to be supped and not sold, The desert a banquet hall set for a festival, ripe for the free and the bold; The wind and the sky are ours, heaven and all its stars, waken, and do what you will; Break with this demon spawn'd hel-inspired nightmare bond - Magick lies over the hill." They said I was crazy, ambiguous, lazy, disgusting, fantastic, obscene; So I hied for my sagebrush and cactus and corn mush, To see if the air was still clean. Oh, I height Don Quixote, I live on peyote, marihuana, morphine and cocaine, And may I be twice damned for a bank-clerk or store hand if I visit the city again. -- John W. Parsons

Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Wonderful novel that does the conspiracy thing right without being schlock. Highly recommended.

Naked_Lunch wrote:Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco. Wonderful novel that does the conspiracy thing right without being schlock. Highly recommended.

I reread this in anticipation of the Lionheart release.

Setup to a letdown.

Goretheglowingone wrote:

Dreadnought wrote:I just finished

http://www.amazon.com/Tracks-Scats-Othe ... 0195536436


Learned a lot about identifying animal tracks, scats and other traces, lol.

mmmm : scat

Maybe sounds strange but:

You can identify habits, food, habitat and the species of an animal just by looking at it's shit. Isn't it fucking gross?

Dreadnought wrote:

Goretheglowingone wrote:

Dreadnought wrote:I just finished

http://www.amazon.com/Tracks-Scats-Othe ... 0195536436


Learned a lot about identifying animal tracks, scats and other traces, lol.

mmmm : scat

Maybe sounds strange but:

You can identify habits, food, habitat and the species of an animal just by looking at it's shit. Isn't it fucking gross?

fewmets


The knight who sought the Questing Beast collected its fewmets.

Presumably he would identify its favorite food and stake out the location of a rich source of such.

If operating behind enemy lines it is advisable to eat native foods.
So if an animal digs it up the NAZI patrols won't see the corn in your shit and be alerted to alien presence.
(maize was perhaps uncommon in Europe way back when).


And so on.

Yes. Plus Koala shit has a strong odor and helped me tracking down Koalas many times.

Highly concentrated processed eucalypt has a kinda cannaboid smell.
Go to LONE PINE KOALA SANCTUARY and you'll know what I mean. Whenever I go there, I have a joint before and after I entered the sanctuary because the entire place smells like weed.

Umberto Eco is kick ass.

I just finished this:

http://www.amazon.com/Savage-Detectives ... 374191484/


I recommend.

Hmm, looks interesting Killzig. Might have to check it out after I finish Johnny Got His Gun, which is a mesmorizing novel in it's own right.

I've only read The Name of the Rose thus far, but Eco seems to be a tres brilliante writer.

Currently reading The Complete Novels of Kafka, which is very :Well, there is little question in my mind that the entire perfect-entertainment-as-kingcomradian myth surrounding the purportedly ego-trippical quality of his body of work is nothing more than a classic illustration of the antinomically schizoid function of the post-industrial capitalist mechanism, whose logic presented commodity as the escape-from-anxieties-of-mortality-which-escape-is-itself-psychologically-fatal, as detailed in perspicuous detail in M. Gilles Deleuze's posthumous Incest and the Life of Death in Capitalist Entertainment:

Finished Breakfast of the Champions, reading Midnight Cowboy. Opinions plz.

During the last couple of months I've been suplementing works on conflict resolution and affiliation with fictional novels stolen from my boyfriend's book shelves. So some of the last books I've read were:

Come Out Tonight, which I thought was just "meh". It started out good and interesting, but just went on to an obvious case of the author going "hmm, I have to write a certain amount of pages, but I've already finished the story. What to do? What to do? I know, let this guy rape some more people and kill them with big knives. Ahh. Yes. That's good."

Neverwhere, which I actually found quite good. That might be because I didn't have any expectations to it, though. But it did sort of bring to mind a question about how we perceive things.

Bag of Bones, which I was incredibly impressed with, seeing as King has managed to disapoint me over and over and over again. I mean, he just spams the market, doesn't he? But this one sort of has some depth and is really well written.

And I'm currently reeding The Historian, which I so far find to be okay. Really weirdly written, obviously by a woman, and a woman who takes great interest in food to boot. Always special details about the food. Anyway, I've not gotten into the story yet, because it's this sort of odd two-story-tellers-thing and I've only read about 50 pages or so, but I think it'll turn out okay.

Nicolai wrote:Currently reading The Complete Novels of Kafka, which is very :Well, there is little question in my mind that the entire perfect-entertainment-as-kingcomradian myth surrounding the purportedly ego-trippical quality of his body of work is nothing more than a classic illustration of the antinomically schizoid function of the post-industrial capitalist mechanism, whose logic presented commodity as the escape-from-anxieties-of-mortality-which-escape-is-itself-psychologically-fatal, as detailed in perspicuous detail in M. Gilles Deleuze's posthumous Incest and the Life of Death in Capitalist Entertainment:

Kafka was just a poor man's Dostoevsky

Negro please, Kafka wrote some pretty chouette stuff.

as much as i love kafka, his prose is a bit long winded & in most art homo circles i know of he is regarded as someone who everyone talks about, but which very few have actually read anything by. i'd say most of the comic book adaptations of kafka's short stories are just as enlightening and enjoyable (especially "the metamorphosis" drawn by the spy vs. spy guy, total wunderbar)

don't know anything about that nigga dostoevsky though

Naked_Lunch wrote:Hmm, looks interesting Killzig. Might have to check it out after I finish Johnny Got His Gun, which is a mesmorizing novel in it's own right.

qfe

Redeye wrote:The knight who sought the Questing Beast collected its fewmets.

Presumably he would identify its favorite food and stake out the location of a rich source of such.

actually no, pellinore and palomides (and sometimes even percival in some cycles) simply chased it with hounds, there wasnt much thought involved. if im not mistaken pellinore once expressed agitation over the fact that he had been instructed to collect its fewmets and did so dutifully but didnt know why

atoga wrote:don't know anything about that nigga dostoevsky though

how strange, i just began the brothers karamazov a few days ago. start reading it and we can get in a circle and discuss

johnnygothisgun wrote:
how strange, i just began the brothers karamazov a few days ago. start reading it and we can get in a circle and discuss

i might just do that

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