It’s time for #fridayreads, remedial education and lit-mags-with-vag-pics edition!
So: Stephen Amidon’s Something Like the Gods, because I so rarely read about sports, but I will always read a book that shits on the International Olympic Committee; George Bernard Shaw’s The Perfect Wagnerite, a book I bought with the best of intentions when I was an undergraduate Wagnerite (but never bothered to read because the Ring cycle wasn’t on PBS like it is this month); just the introduction to Hume’s Enquiry (let’s be realistic); and sweet magazines.
Vanity Fair doesn’t have any vagina photos, but thanks to Michael Lewis I learned that Barack Obama writes with a No. 2 pencil—THE SAME KIND AS ME!

It’s time for #fridayreads, remedial education and lit-mags-with-vag-pics edition!

So: Stephen Amidon’s Something Like the Gods, because I so rarely read about sports, but I will always read a book that shits on the International Olympic Committee; George Bernard Shaw’s The Perfect Wagnerite, a book I bought with the best of intentions when I was an undergraduate Wagnerite (but never bothered to read because the Ring cycle wasn’t on PBS like it is this month); just the introduction to Hume’s Enquiry (let’s be realistic); and sweet magazines.

Vanity Fair doesn’t have any vagina photos, but thanks to Michael Lewis I learned that Barack Obama writes with a No. 2 pencil—THE SAME KIND AS ME!