This blog, And Now the Screaming Starts, has a really good summary/assessment of Midnight Picnic, making a couple very apt points that I think no one else has (despite the occasional transposition of some letters in my last name). Review contains the great St. Augustine paraphrase that is the title of this post.
I spent the last two months (Jan 15-March 16) working hours and hours every day on the thing I'm working on, and now I'm in a sort of recovery mode. Just tired all the time. Sort of listlessly laying in bed today, still in boxer shorts. Re-reading The Magus. Reading some Brian Evenson. Saw Duplicity last night. Intelligent but deeply unsatisfying. The end sucks. Clive Owen and Julia Roberts are just not appealing.
Me: They both look old.
Friend: They look hot-old.
Me: Clive Owen looks hot-old. Julia Roberts looks like a shoe.
Friend: She does not look like a shoe!
Me: Her head does.
Friend: No... Sarah Jessica Parker's head looks like a shoe.
Me: Sarah Jessica Parker's head looks like a flat. Julia Roberts' head looks like a high heeled pump.
I've been spending almost no money lately. But I just ordered a lot of food. Multiple hamburgers with avocado, bacon, and cheese, plus some sort of "hedge fries" (don't know what that is). Going to eat it all myself in front of the TV, then do more revision on this manuscript.
Discovered an amazing yogurt: Liberte. Only buy the full fat kind. It's like ice cream, or delicious amazing thick whipped cream. Cheap and ridiculously good. The plum and walnut flavor and the passion fruit and peach flavor are the best. Pic stolen from this blog, which also has a passionate appreciation.