Right Down Through the Wire.

anon said i need a new post. and how!

what's new in my life? almost nothing. i finished Proust a while ago and Infinite Jest is almost done. anyone who claims that IJ isn't full of SAT words is full of shit; i've got my $60.00 American Heritage dictionary open in front of me at all times while reading. i look up the definition, put it in my phone, and every week or so do a "phone dump" where i write all the words on a piece of paper. my latest phone dump (comprising maybe the last 200 pages of the book): lemme check... over 150 words. for the record, this isn't a hassle; i consider this an auxiliary facet of enjoyment. cucumbers (and wishwishwish? or wow_owls? i forget), holler.

and i've been watching a few movies, but i've also been tweeting about 'em, so hmmm. (BUT IN CASE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN: it is essential that you watch Inglourious Basterds, The Machinist, Oldboy, and The Prestige).

oh, they moved me to a new Subway. something about a verbal (or literal?) slapfight between two girls that necessitated a swap-out. so i miss my old coworkers, but on the plus side, this new store's much smaller and much more ghetto (insofar as any part of Green, Ohio can be considered "ghetto," which it can't), meaning i get to goof off much more often. just kidding, i'm a model employee. seriously. the only times i slacked off were at the old store--we had a TV and a DVD player, and my top two choices were Elton John in concert and The Eagles in concert, and any time "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" or "Desperado" would come on, my pace would slow considerably and i'd make absent-minded mistakes like forgetting to ask whether it's toasted before putting the steak on the bread. i'd enter this foggy mental fugue for the duration of the song. and that wasn't even slacking off; that was being rattled by a great melody and a poignant lyric.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX