What is this? What is it? Is it golden? Is it rock? What is it? Jeez.

I've been reading a lot of stuff lately. I've just been reading and reading and reading but I've not been reading any novels. I've been reading a lot of short stories and a lot of blogs and a lot of magazines and a lot of newspapers. I'm not sure about this kind of reading. Is it real? Does it count? These are the questions that I think about when I'm reading these things. I don't know what it is supposed to count towards but there are a lot of books that I haven't read that I feel I should. At least for dinner parties. I go to a lot of dinner parties.

I'm going to do a project now. I'm going to put together all my books that I own but haven't read. I mean, that's a good place to start I think. I watched a documentary about Helvetica, yeah, the font (or typeface I guess), and there was one scene where these design people where talking about designing stuff (by the way, I think Steve, Marigold, Justin, and Alicia and maybe Frank would really really like this documentary even though it sounds like the most boring thing in the world). In this scene there was a quick shot of a book shelf and all the books were stacked on top of each other, rather than side by side, and they were arranged by color. I'd like to do this with my books. It looked really cool. But first I have to organize them in order of books I own but haven't read. Right next to me, within arms reach, are these excellent books I own but haven't read:

Native Son - richard wright.
A Confederacy of Dunces - john kennedy toole
The Woman Warrior - maxine hong kingston
The Corrections - jonathan franzen (I actually read about half of this and then lost it and then found it and never started it again)
Orlando - virginia wolf
Women in Love - d.h. lawrence

And that's just on one small bookshelf. There are more on the other bookshelves. Not too many more but I think that one is too many. Not to mention the books I want to read that I don't own. Not to mention the books that haven't been written yet. Not to mention the books in other languages that I'll never read because I can't read in very many languages.

Marya! Before I forget! Tell Alex thanks for putting Liz Phair on my laptop a year ago. I really love her and I want to marry her and I just remembered that he put two of her albums on there. I couldn't remember before.

Oh, and fucking Marigold is fucking knocked up like a dirty whore again. While here I stand barren. I'm going to start telling people I'm barren when they ask if I want to have children. Or when they say, "I love children." Or when they say "Hello, how are you today?" "Barren," I'll reply.

No Country for Old Men is really really good and so is Steven King's The Mist. I was left by Mr. King with a big wide open mouth, mouth agape, Agape Agape, at the end of His The Mist. I'm glad I didn't read the novella before I saw the movie. I'm glad I didn't know how it was going to end. Also, I thought Marcia Gay Harden was so great and it was the best advertisement for why religious people should be shot dead and should not be allowed to just be considered harmless old crackpots that everyone agrees to just ignore because they aren't hurting anyone. They are very hurtful. They are hurting all of is. I've been watching a lot of videos on stumbler from Sam Harris and besides the fact that I want to marry him because he is totally cute I also think he's got some great arguments against blithely accepting and tolerating, being tolerant of, religion and religious people and also against people who consider themselves moderately religious. Moderates are the biggest enemies of democracy, or Sam Harris might have you believe. And god help us if the moderates decide that questioning Mitt Romney on his bizarre religion is rude or somehow intolerant. Because there are some serious concerns. Serious concerns. Sorry, mormons who might be reading this right now. Actually, wait, no. Not sorry, mormons who might be reading this right now. Romney is dangerous.