Of course after seeing B.D. (Big Dong?) Wong at Wholefoods with Raves on Saturday, post a long and fruitful day in Jerz (specifically Weehauken), I'm tempted to impart the details of that eventful day on you. There is a lot to say, after all. From the seven minute ferry ride to my personal eating contest big big win at CPK, to Mo's European Vacation "Big Ben, House of Parliament..." reference, it was a good day.
But yesterday I met with a staffing agency and they warned me potential employers might want me to account for how I've been spending my days of unemployment. So in order to throw them off my scent, I wanted to devote this posting to what I've been doing that doesn't involve Keeping Up with the Gilmores. (At least we know why they're famous?) Specifically, I'm going to dish about my current reading list. Though I haven't finished a book since I got canned, I have a lot going right now, and one of these days one of these books is going to give me a reason to watch each episode of GG only once a day so I can get to its last page via all the preceeding pages.
Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer
I'm not too far in, but here is a man willing to satisfy my genetic desire to dish about Mormonism, so I'm happy about that so far. If he leaves the details of their special underwear until the last page, I will definitely get all the way through.
No one belongs here more than you. Stories by Miranda July
Usually I am annoyed by books of short stories, but that could just be because by 'usually' I mean one of the only other books of short stories I've ever read was by Flannery O'Connor. It took me six weeks to regain my will to live after that. From delving into the sick mind that invented the concept of pooping back and forth forever (Me and You and Everyone We Know), I'm determined to live forever after just a few stories. The bonus of reading books of short stories, I'm learning, is that I don't feel like I'm forgetting to do something by not finishing. So this is a win win.
~~~hold on a minute, Full House just came on so I have to turn to 9-0 on Soapnet~~~
~~and I'm back~~
Living Buddha, Living Christ by Thich Nhat Hanh
I had to read this in college, and I remembered that it gave good advice on how not to be a spaz, so I'm revisiting (I'm sensing a big sigh of relief from my loved ones. You are learning his mantra already!). It's under 200 pages and formatted really more like a pamphlet, so this is a strong contender for first to finish. Its major disadvantage is I find the Lama way cuter, and after seeing him de-humanized by Ann and Matt this morning ("He eats cereal?!?! Isn't that precious?) I might switch to The Art of Happiness in a show of solidarity.
I Was Told There'd Be Cake, essays by Sloane Crosley
I started this before I got the boot, so I think if I can somehow wrap these essays up my life may come full circle. Here again it's a collection of essays so the only incentive is the humor, which, while plentiful, is comprable to an episode of HIMYM. I have a problem!
Slumdog Millionaire by Vikas Swarup
This is my bookclub's last book, and I made it more than half-way through, but the concensus was the movie was better. I may do this one in an afternoon if I need some semi-instant gratification. Or I may just see the movie.
Then again, maybe I'll scrap all these for something else. Any suggestions?
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I've been talking about Mormonism for the past two years, so dish away. There's not a lot to learn about the underwear--but the secret hoards of food? the penchant for dancing? the future plans for western Missouri? Oh, there's fodder there for many a book.
I Was Told There'd Be Cake... I thought it was great although at times it felt a little bit like reading my own diary :)
Also, is Mormonism really one giant episode of Big Love? - AG
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