Road Trip: Days 3 and 4
So, after three days of driving, we trade one college town for another, and arrive at my aunt's. We're properly feted with a dinner of grilled pork and asparagus and wine--and immediately the sugary and salty snacks that sustained us along the highway disappear into memory.
I finished Carolyn Parkhurst's Dogs of Babel on my aunt's front porch this morning. Great premise, not-so-great resolution. Don Quixote looms now.
Saw Carlin-meets-Coulter on the Leno show last night. Coulter got me worked up; Carlin was disappointingly silent, presumably to protect the promotion of his new cartoon film. Sigh. My aunt tells me to lay off the anger re: Coulter, that really Coulter is part of a long tradition of American theatre and I needn't get so angry. I still say she--Coulter, not my aunt!--needs a kick in the ass.
One more night here, and then to my hometown tomorrow in time for my sister's 26th birthday.
About Me
- The Whining Stranger
- I am a bookish, neurotic type. Clinically anxious, musically inclined. I love jazz and sport and scotch and modern art and satellite radio and the people close to me (more than those other things). I have multiple versions of the same shirt and would sell my soul (well, figuratively) for a Karman Ghia. Sushi, a hoppy IPA, and an old Woody Allen movie in the DVD player or Thelonious Monk on the stereo and I'm in my happy place.
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Hey, I'm reading Dogs of Babel as well. It came highly recommended; she also filled out when I told her that Parkhurst has another book out.
Anyway, don't tell me how it ends, please.:)
I won't tell you how it ends, but leave a comment when you're finished about the second half. I was a bit disappointed.
Okay.
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