Today I sarted
Naked Lunch by
William Burroughs. This is the first
real Burroughs book I've ever read before. I say "
real" because I've read a biography about him, and a book called "The William Burroughs
Reader", which was really alot of nonsense ramblings (
Good nonsense ramblings, but it wasn't much of a "
book"), and "My Education" which was a book of William Burroughs' dreams, that was published sometime in the late 80's or sometime in the 90's. Basically, I've read Burroughs before, but none of the books that got him the reputation of a "
great" (Naked Lunch,
Junky etc...).
So, I finished
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (by
Tom Wolf, which was
beautiful and
amazing. (I loved it, and Ken Kesey didn't wake up and it wasn't "all a dream".)
I'm still struggling with "
The Search for Truth" by Michael A. Singer. It's just tough to read, it's the kind of book that has tons of
information in it. So much, that when I
finish a
paragraph, I have to stop and re-read it to make sure that I
understand it.
I'm just not sure how that one is going to go.
I'm listening to alot of Henry Rollins lately... most of his spoken word stuff, which is great. There's a great thing out there on Napster called
The Virtues of Black Sabbath which was the first thing I heard of his and turned me onto him. I'd always liked
Black Flag, and knew of
Rollins Band, but didn't know about Rollins doing
spoken word.
Anyhow, it's good stuff.
Went to
work today, nearly cut the tip of my finger off with an arbor press. I figure that since the press can come down with a
maximum of 3 tons of pressure, and my finger can probably sustain about
100 pounds (or less) without getting
very fucked up... so the press must have come down pretty
lighty (relatively speaking) because my finger is still in one peice, and that one peice is still attatched to my
hand. Other than it still being whole and attatched it
hurts like a
motherfucker.