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Should you be in the Bay Area on Second July

this should be your evenings plan.

samiam are legends.

nothington is destined to be.

i often miss san francisco.

out.

eggers does dallas, errrr new orleans

mr dave damned eggers' new work is a nonfiction account of a syrian immigrant / husband / father / business owner and his journeys in his canoe in the aftermath of Katrina... and his mysterious "disapearance" (see bush / cheney policy) thereafter...

...Zeitoun is nonfiction, set during Katrina in New Orleans and its chaotic aftermath, as seen through the eyes of a Muslim-American family, the Zeitouns, who were living Uptown during the storm. I didn’t hear about Zeitoun until a few weeks ago when you printed a copy for me, which I briefly considered selling on eBay. You were pretty quiet about it...

entire interview here.

news at eleven. out.

lest we forget some art for the day

kurt schwitters, merzpicture with rainbow (1939)

no crime in crime fiction

Through tears he told her. told her he hurt, that the pain in his gut was nearly unbearable when he thought of not being with her.
Told her he would do anything to keep them together.
-would you kill?
Yes. Of course. Anything.
-Would you kill me?
He shot her twice in the face.

so yea, summer reading. whereby summer means "light". content one can enjoy / absorb while kids are running around the beach / pool / trailer park and other such horseplay.

i shall embark on a summer of crime / noir and let ya know what gives. like you care!

can report that josh bazell's little novel Beat The Reaper is "page turner-blood splattering-joy fest"!

so yea then, work read work read feed-the-kids work read work, repeat till early september.

minister-of-culture Mr. Hobbs just lent me Jim Thompson's Texas By The Tail... and he's off!

all work and no play makes boy a dumb boy.

bwbout.

it may never rain again

i suppose you are all out at your lenders office finalizing your home refinance...

BECAUSE IF NOT, YOUR'E THE ONLY ONE!

this boy is busy busy with the 'ol job gig, man o' man i mean like really and stuff.

boy off to work then.

oh, he's down the pub

the closing of footie season brings thoughts of less-crowded pubs across britain and that cross the channel continent thing. sure "pub" is not exactly part of the "drinkin" lexicon here in texas usa but one does here a quote-intellectual-unquote utter it on occasion, and the odd expat of course. they tend to go by "beer joint" in these parts and best case scenario there's a beat down jukebox with hank sr and the man-in-black on it, worst case, a big screen tv with our god-awful astros playing what amounts to double-a baseball (god their hideous, 8 in a row i believe, losses that is).

i dream of a time when one of my footie-fan chums comes by the house and my wife tells 'em, "oh, he's down the pub watching his arsenal"...

trouble is, i'm a tee-toddling alkie in recovery and the only "pub" around would probably be showing fucking man u for chrissakes.

just ain't the same with coffee and a room full of perfectly good teeth.

oh, and i also sometimes fantasize about that same wife walking into our bank branch and yelling...

"everybody on the fucking floor"!!!

in that there fantasy, i'm on the couch...

watching my arsenal.

pub or no pub, gonna be a long summer.

out.

football heaven

cheers to you Titi... the man who brought me into the addiction that is world footie has now won just about every major football trophy available...

world cup, english: premier league x 3, fa cup x 3, carling cup x 2, italian: serie A, italian cup, spain: la liga, spanish cup, world footballer of the year, englisher footballer of the year x 3, english golden boot x 3, EU medal of honor (anti-racism efforts) and finally UEFA Champions League winner!

fc barcelona 2 - 0 manchester united fc

once a GUNNER, always a GUNNER!

i wept.

(gesture of  tipped hat).

brickwallboyout.

when in Rome

Euro footie Super Bowl today (1:45 CST espn2)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Champions League Final: Barcelona v Man United!

A win for the English would be nice in terms of reinforcing our (club) football worldwide dominance, but eh, fuck it!

Go Barca! May Henry net a hatter!

mes que un club.

random pic of C Palahniuk from 2009 Pygmy Tour. read the book.

out.

a rabbi, a priest and a left-back walk into a bar

the embarrassment that was the 4-1 defeat at home to trotsky football club, errrr chelsea has worn off a bit and now i am just kicking the odd kitten instead of a full-on strangle. sunday's nightmare and this season of primarily woe is down to lack of veteran talent and lack of able bodied defenders. mikael silvestre spoke yesterday of the need to treat this saturdays Man U match-up as a springboard into next season... this (silvestre's comments) is so wrong on so many levels, i best leave it to arseblogger:

The idea that he's going to play for us next season makes me want to weep tears of my own spinal fluid. Then inject them straight back into my spine with a rusty, eight inch syringe. Plus the fact he actually used the word 'defend' when he's clearly never heard it before or has any concept what it actually means is downright insulting. Be off with you, foul beast.

quit fucking playing mad football-scientist herr Wenger (oh righteous all-knowing footie god that you are), and bring us some lads who need a proper shave from time to time and want some goddamn silverware to show for their efforts. we are not pompey, or borough or for fucks sake spurs... time to win something or you need to shove off (oh righteous all-knowing footie god that you are).

i feel a bit better then.

oh and

dead hens produce no eggs.

for reals.

-out

word to your mother!

may the birds sing, may the flowers bloom
may all the young-ins come home to roost