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Reading: Freedom. It’s 600 pages, give me a break. Also: Official NZ Road Code. Watch out Wellington drivers! Online: Astonishingly Awesome, just love yourself, PostSecret. I <3 xkcd.  This is Continue Reading →

Reading: Freedom, Jonathan Franzen. Addictive. Also: Just Love Yourself, and, as always, FuckThisDepression. I’m thinking of you, Sam.I don’t know you but I feel like I do.       Continue Reading →

Reading: Lola, Elizabeth Smither and Hells Angels. Read: The Cry of the Sloth, Sam Savage Next: Freedom, Jonathan Franzen After lately wading through some rather soporific classics, I rather enjoyed Continue Reading →

Stolen from Fuck yeah, Wise words.

I realised after yesterday’s post that I said Howl changed my life, but after waxing lyrical on Ginberg’s brilliance I really failed to explain that comment. I guess really what Continue Reading →

“Hold back the edges of your gowns, Ladies, we are going through hell.” -William Carlos Williams, in an introduction to Howl. You’ve probably noticed I’m going through a bit of Continue Reading →

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 →