my love affair with books began so long ago i can’t even remember. it seems as though i came out of the womb reading and devouring everything with words. for me reading isn’t a hobby. it’s a necessity.
when i read a book i develop a friendship with the author. i become intimate with the characters. i belong to that place. it’s disappointing to me when the book ends. i hesitate over the last chapter. turn the last few pages so slowly they age in time, turning yellow and crisp on the way. then, when it’s over i feel a certain sadness in the end. it’s like when you’re ten years old and your best friend moves millions of miles away from you. i hate to say goodbye.
this is probably the reason i read books over and over again. the book i’m reading now is 1200 pages and heavy as hell to cart around. and this is my third or fourth time reading it. but it doesn’t matter. to me, it’s like checking in with an old friend.
the boys don’t seem to have developed my love of books though. at least not yet. i keep holding out hope that they’ll “get it” one day. one day it will just click with them and they’ll see all the joy and wonder that lies therein and i won’t have to beat it into them.
but i doubt it. so in the meantime i’m improving my aim.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













I always feel as if a friend has been to stay and left. i love to read books over and over again. Even ones from my childhood. I have the urge to read ‘what katie did’ again but it’s at my mum’s in England. What are you reading,
Reeding bukes ‘en stuf has always help’d me to get laid…
anji, i’m reading two right now. one’s a book called the professor and the mad man, the making of the oxford english dictionary. exciting stuff huh? but it’s really interesting. the BIG book is a guilty pleasure of mine. stephen king’s IT. it’s scary and goose pimply in all the right places.
trouble: come now, i’m sure you need no help getting laid.
Touche’