Sun and fun. That’s me.
Well, not quite. But I think I’ve discovered I don’t like blogging in the summer. Biking, reading, writing a book and getting hold of some choice exotic Brazillian music to listen to have all taken up my spare time. I passed page 300 of Mao: The Unknown Story, and have a long way to go on this epic. Mao was far worse a tyrant than you could imagine. Not the best example of historical writing, but the fascinating subject and the massive collection of facts and the mythbusting make it a page turner. The basic message of Mao’s life seems to be that if you don’t give a shit about anybody but yourself (to the tune of possibly 70 million sacrificed on your altar), you can make it to the top.
Reading on the bus is a great way to polish off massive tomes like this, and I have plowed through several of this ilk over the last year and a half. Prior to the current read I enjoyed Memoirs of an Amnesiac, by the eccentric pianist and wit, Oscar Levant (it was the third and probably the most interesting of his three autobiographical books; detailing his nightmarish descent into drugs and mental institutions, when he wasn’t mingling with the rich and famous; lots of delicious namedropping about the kind of talents who, alas, no long exist). The year or so of waiting for this out-of-print title to show up at Half-Price Books finally paid off… Perhaps at some other juncture we should consider going into more detail about the life of this uniquely interesting man.
The tomato garden is pretty much kaput now, but the yield was good enough to keep us in organic deliciousness for the summer’s duration.
I’d been away from the blog so long that I had not even heard the news that I Can Has Cheeseburger was finally knocked off the number one spot of WordPress blogs—and by CNN.
I find that heartening.