here and there

Alright, with but one week to go in the kettle season for my local wing of the Sal Army, the race is on to find more work, and a new apartment. I need a place to bring chiquitas home to.

Reading list...After Atlas Shrugged, I read Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys, so as to get back in touch with my inner Coyote God. I liked (not loved) his American Gods. Certain bits of 'Gods were better than classic, while a certain sizable bit near the end was just ripped off from Clive Barker. He does have a greatly whimsical voice in Anansi Boys though, and I would love seeing a full return on his part to this style.
After that, I read an Ayn Rand sampler, which included biographical info, along with selections from a number of her works. Anyone who signs on with the Ayn Rand Institute's mailing list may receive a free copy if they so choose. I was sent three, as somebody there seems to appreciate this here magickal blog of blogs.
This was followed with Kurdt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five, which I had never actually read before. I have read, and owned, over a dozen of his other books however. My previous favorite was the Welcome To The Monkeyhouse collection of his early prose, but I adored the political defiance of Slaughterhouse Five. And written in such a breezy style at that. Boy did Vonnegut leave a mother of a void for us to fill.
Currently, I am knee deep in The Trials Of Lenny Bruce, co-authored by Ronald Collins and David Skover. Stunningly indepth and well-researched. I knew already that much litigation was written BECAUSE of Bruce's comedy, but I hope to better understand the enemy that is censorship by a study such as this. Because the only folks who censor as much as Americans do were Nazis.

But for something completely different, please scope my brand new interview with the indomitable Norm Breyfogle. I have dug his work forever and a day, and am still trying to talk him into finding a publisher willing, able, and sensible enough to collect all of his Metaphysique material. Because.