As a gift of thanks from the couple whose wedding I performed last weekend, I was given the following:
Four 16oz cans of assorted Rockstar Energy Drinks
A Gift Card
A Book: Chuck Klosterman's "IV"
I had indicated to the couple prior to their wedding that I don't read. I mean, I can read. I can read almost anything. Speed signs and nutrition labels are a bit hazy, but other than that I'm a functional reader. The phenomenon of my enormously lopsided writing to reading ratio led me to ponder the possibility of someone able to write but not read. Those types of thoughts keep by mind busy long enough to allow me to fall asleep.
The book was perfect. I'm touched by the thoughtfulness of getting me a book chosen due to my fascination with pop culture and my short attention span. This book appeals to both of my cultural shortcomings. Chuck Klosterman has written for a bunch of different magazines. That's all I know, I haven't googled him yet.
My next essay or book will begin with the following:
I just finished my morning Rockstar (provided via the above mentioned gift package) and I want another. That's what Rockstar does: It makes you want more. It's like cocaine but cheaper and sans bad conversation. Maybe not sans bad blogging. Whatever."I don't like it when writers open with a spoken quotation," I said to myself, pondering the cliched pretentiousness of the technique.
I'm so pumped that Howard Stern signed for another five years. I don't listen to terrestrial radio. I listen to satellite radio in my car and now on my Android (HTC Evo) phone. His new contract allows for his channels to be broadcast to devices starting January 1st. This means I can listen to him all day. Or at least for the 20 minutes that my fully charged HTC Evo would let me before the battery dies.
