Finished: On The Road. Finally. Reading: Howl, Allen Ginsberg. Will write a seperate post on this because it’s insane and life-changing. Also reading: Hell’s Angels, Hunter S Thompson. This is Continue Reading →

It used to be that the internet was all about secret identities, hiding yourself behind masks, psuedonyms and avatars. You could be anything you wanted to be because no one Continue Reading →

Reading On the Road – Jack Kerouac. So far kind of unimpressed. I had high expectations, and I guess Hunter S Thompson is an impossible act to follow. Suspect I Continue Reading →

That’s what Hunter S Thompson wanted for an epitaph. It never got fast enough for me. I just finished his autobiography, Kingdom of Fear. He was right – we weren’t Continue Reading →

I always used to think the saying was “Man the torpedoes!” Like a command for everyone to run to their stations and be ready to attack.  Not “Damn the torpedoes” which has an Continue Reading →

Reading: Everything is Illuminated – Jonathan Safran Foer The Rehearsal – Eleanor Catton Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen Fuck this depression tumblr Socially Awkward Penguin As always Fuck Yeah Continue Reading →

I’m deeply concerned that my blog will become one of those blogs that’s just an amalgamation of other blogs, a vortex of reblogged useless material. Not that I don’t appreciate Continue Reading →

“If Denny had been killed by a falling air conditioner, everyone would have said it was destiny. People would have to say that, just to give meaning to something seemingly Continue Reading →

It’s not often I finish a book with such a torn opinion. I either return it to the shelf with the tenderness one might afford a small baby in a Continue Reading →

As my friend Greta would say; when in doubt, alliterate! Sunday stuff becomes Thursday, since I’ve been sunning myself in Nelson and not blogging, not interneting at all in fact. Continue Reading →