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If Button's cankered contract isn't approved by the CRB, Antonio Pizzonia will be driving a Williams next year. You didn't care about it here first.
Princeton being full of holes & hollows, hours of pouring rain means flash flooding. Sadly, being on the highest ground in town isn't much good when you've just spilled an entire glass of water on yourself.
Even after Hermann Tilke had the courtesy to design a racing circuit after the Chinese character 'The Cheat,' & after a ripping grand prix, there are still some whiners who don't get why a nation that is (rounding up) .8% motorized needs to care about a sport where a brake disc is worth more than a rice farmer's annual harvest. He Xiang, 28, a 'migrant worker': 'I've heard people talking about F1, but I don't like it. I don't understand it, and I don't have time to pay attention to it.' Funnily enough, some of us feel that way about China.
Amy cannot only play cards (which I knew), she can play poker for money & win (which I like).
It would seem to be a nice day when you wake up & someone has taken out the trash, & someone else has set insect traps in your room, & someone else has replaced the shower curtain, then someone drives you somewhere, & someone makes you dinner, & yet someone else serves you free drinks for an hour. I'm really On My Own.
I don't know yet just how good Christopher Logue's new book is, finally published here. Pretty bloody good. It's the killing parts of the Iliad if Christian Bok were to write them using all the vowels. Logue beats, just browbeats, Butler, Fagles, Lattimore, Fitzgerald. Pope? I don't know. I don't know why there are thirteen used copies at Amazon:
King Ivan Kursk, 22.30 hrs,
July 4th to 14th '43, 7000 tanks engaged,
'. . . he clambered up and pushed a stable-bolt
Into that Tiger-tank's red-hot machine-gun's mouth
And bent the bastard up. Wowee!'
Where would we be if he had lost?
Achilles? Let him sulk.
As if you didn't know this, wasabi peas are the new party drug.
Nietzsche: 'our innermost being, our common foundation, experiences dreams with profound pleasure and joyful necessity.' And my dreams are about turning down the volume on my phone, & having to swap alarm clocks with my father.
My first workshop was like the Battle of Jutland, if Britain had fought the Western Samoan High Seas Fleet. If you know what I mean.
Not feeling quite as unique. I finally took the opportunity to get a beer at Vbar, only to find that it clearly is (just as I thought it might be) a nicer version of Dbar put up on Sullivan Street. Same white people, same stools, same green, sponge-painted walls. But Vbar is 'run by actors' and has a 'bookshelf & books' against the wall. And is 'twice as expensive.'
Andrew Young & I found four liters of wine.
Dinner tonight was coffee, a piece of bread, & two apples.
As your browser has already noticed, the entire site is (finally) now hosted at erikkennedy.com. My Princeton space will be reserved for a spirited, culturally-sensitive reappraisal of the Banana Poets of the Torrid Zone, which will be conferenced early next year.
Or a spirited first appraisal of the handsomest, swankest Legislators in New Jersey based on their official pictures and the fact that one of them went to the Hun School. The winners: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10.
I, Erik Kennedy, will be working a four-hours-a-week job this semester.
It may be the last time for a while I get to do it, so I am embracing a homegrown meatloaf & eating it with ketchup. And some corn soup. And a biscuit & butter. I'm moving back on Saturday, then chewing sweet and bitter fancies.
Finally, a place willing to let me get blind drunk.