musings

Pierre Bayard's How to Talk About Books You Haven't Read is a blissfully eloquent and profound survey of literature and the vast majority of such that will inevitably remain unread. I only wish I had known how to talk about books that I hadn't read in high school.

Pushing Daisies is the perfect show. It's totally unlike anything else on TV, and it matches a brilliantly colorful cast of characters with razor-sharp writing and subtlety that generously rewards attentive viewers. This is to say nothing of the swoon-inducing love story and heaps more originality than any other old procedural forensic romp. Here's to hoping in earnest that the strike doesn't end up hurting this one.

musings

If I ever start a pretentious post-rock or shoegaze band, one of our songs is definitely going to be called "Peak Leaf-Viewing Time Always Slips Away Unnoticed."

I walked past a fast food restaurant today and the smell was distinctly that of Cedar Point fried food, and now I'm jonesing for a couple laps on Maverick.

It snowed a few days ago and I was happy for that, but there was no accumulation, and, fittingly, it descended into a miserable cold sleet that was fun for no one.