Cap'n Squirrgle Wrote:
Was at Busty's place a week or two ago, and saw them sitting on a shelf (his lady has a downright impressive book collection),
You need to tell me things like this guys. Maybe I will find out for myself if I ever get to Madtown, but I judge people on their book shelves probably moreso than their CD/rekkid collection. (which is why Redlands is so impressive, it's all of MY books

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DumpJack Wrote:
Have Read:
Hunter S. Thompson
Generation of Swine
Songs of the Doomed
Better than Sex
Chuck Klosterman
Killing Yourself to Live
Hunter S Thompson
Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness--Modern History from the Sports Desk
Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail
What did you think of the Thompson stuff? I gained a whole new perspective on his wit and erudition once I started working in the mechanics of politics. Some of his stuff is extremely prescient (see the column in Swine where he talks about barbed wire fenced keeping suicide bombers out of the Capitol, or in his letters book where he predicts a Reagan presidency)
I love Songs of the Doomed, if only because I want to see all those busted manuscripts released now that he's dead.
I am still soldiering through a bunch of shit, but am dissapointed in my reading habits of late. I need to plow through that Klosterman book right quick, if only to prime the pump for getting throug the 5 half read books on my shelf.
Also, started listening to From Dawn to Decadence on tape this weekend. It is interesting, and I look forward to hearing the rest.
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harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)