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06/13/2005: "Who knew puking was attractive?"

Song of the Day: Minnie Driver - Learn To Be Lonely

My sister reminded me today about the time she threw up on a guy on their first date at an amusement park. He was a total gentleman about it; apparently being puked on is endearing. Maybe I need to try something like that the next time I'm on a date.

I went a little nuts at the bookstore this weekend; I picked up Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray, William Thackery's Vanity Fair, Wilkie Collins' The Moonstone, Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, and John Irving's A Prayer For Owen Meany. The latter two were books I was required to read in high school, and their full impact didn't hit me until after I finished them. I've been dying to read them again to fully appreciate them.

A Prayer For Owen Meany, aside from being the only book I bought that was written after 1900, is the eeriest thing I've ever read. I never understood why my AP Lit prof made us read it after a year of Jane Austen, Emily Bronte, John Milton, and Dostoevsky, but I'm glad she did. It's about a kid who believes he's an instrument of God. I don't remember spending much classtime discussing it, but I don't think I would have had anything to say if we had; after reading it, I Keanu Reeved and could only say, "...Woah." I totally and completely recommend it.

With all these books I've been reading lately, I need to throw up some new entries in the Opinions section. It's been horribly neglected.

Replies: 2 Comments

Thanks, love. I'm flattered that you feel so open about spreading that little fact around.

Lindsay, Wednesday, June 15th

I love Oscar Wilde. :-)

Shannon, Wednesday, June 15th