— George Orwell, 1984
you don’t have to go through Ebay to purchase signed copies of my books. You CAN just do it via Paypal. My email address associated with PayPal is earlyDOTonsetDOTofDOTnightATgmailDOTcom. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I shared this with the class. I got rent to pay.
If you are so inclined, the book(s) can be purchased via Amazon and Barnes & Noble and so on. My Amazon author page is here. Also, get it in Europe through Amazon UK and make my stupid “I’m big in Europe” t-shirt less ironic.
I’d like to give another shout-out thank-you to my Nebraska relatives, who keep giving me large household items. I wrote about how they gave me a big ol’ wooden record player straight out of the very Brady 70s. Remember? I posted a picture of it and talked about how it made my nipples all pointy…or something.
That record player they had just sitting in storage. Also, just sitting in storage, was a dishwasher, which rolls around on little wheels, kind of like a Dalek, but much cuter. Nice people that they are, they dug it out and hauled it up here to SoDak, where, according to them, we all talk like Sam Elliot in “The Big Lebowski”….which is NOT funny because sometime the bar DOES eat you.
Anyway, you are now talking to a person who has an automatic dishwasher, something I’ve never had in my entire life, even back when I had a real career and a decent pile of cash.
So I hopped on the internet and learned all about the care and feeding of automatic dishwashers—how, every once in a while, it’s good to clean them out by running vinegar through them. But wait a minute, I thought, if you’re supposed to clean your dishwasher (which uses soap constantly) with vinegar, why not just use vinegar all the time? It seems more efficient, plus dishwashing detergent, I’ve discovered, stinks. It smells like a combo of chemicals and lilacs. Yuck.
So I have been—just using vinegar, that is. Everything is fine. The one time I did use detergent, my dishes came out looking like they were covered in a thin dusting of cocaine. That doesn’t happen with vinegar.
I can’t believe I just wrote five paragraphs about my dishwasher. Christ, I gotta get out of the house.
I stayed up reading all night, but not about dishwashers. I read pretty much the whole “Journal of George Fox”. Quite the hunka hunka burning words. Once I got used to the way people wrote back then (the 1600s—and weirdly), it was fun. George Fox founded Quakerism and this book is an account of all the hell he raised while doing it. Shit, the guy got his ass kicked up one side of England and down the other. And that was when he wasn’t doing time or sleeping in haystacks. It’s kind of a spiritual adventure story with a compelling message for Christians everywhere, i.e., “You’re doing it wrong.”
I have always been attracted to rebellion…of any and all kinds. It is vital to the human experience. Read Camus’ “The Rebel”. If you are part of a community (of any kind) that tries to silence or thwart dissent, you are part of a dying community.
See ya later.
Oh, and BOOKS! « I need to whore more, I decided.
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden
— Walker Percy, Lost In The Cosmos