It’s #fridayreads once again, and I’ve picked up David Graeber’s Debt: The First 5,000 Years after abandoning it a year ago, so when I finish I will still be in the dark as to the last year and a half of debt, but whatever. A galley of Fobbit, for review probably; Chekhov’s The Duel, continuing my campaign to read the shortest books possible by the great Russian fiction writers; and the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius, part of my ongoing survey of Western philosophy (I’m still in the shallow waters of the Stoics).

It’s #fridayreads once again, and I’ve picked up David Graeber’s Debt: The First 5,000 Years after abandoning it a year ago, so when I finish I will still be in the dark as to the last year and a half of debt, but whatever. A galley of Fobbit, for review probably; Chekhov’s The Duel, continuing my campaign to read the shortest books possible by the great Russian fiction writers; and the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius, part of my ongoing survey of Western philosophy (I’m still in the shallow waters of the Stoics).

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!

My #fridayreads include the three books I showed you last week but haven’t started yet, plus these three little ones to pad my reading stats: Hume’s On Suicide, Lethem’s Fear of Music, and Shelley’s Mathilda. But mostly this weekend I’ll be reading The Stranger’s Bumbershoot insert, featuring an interview with (finally!) Skrillex’s haircut.

My #fridayreads include the three books I showed you last week but haven’t started yet, plus these three little ones to pad my reading stats: Hume’s On Suicide, Lethem’s Fear of Music, and Shelley’s Mathilda. But mostly this weekend I’ll be reading The Stranger’s Bumbershoot insert, featuring an interview with (finally!) Skrillex’s haircut.

My #fridayreads, as-soon-as-I-finish-what-I’m-already-reading edition: I’m Trying to Reach You by Barbara Browning, America’s foremost choreographer/academic/ukulelist/novelist; Mark Perryman’s Why the Olympics Aren’t Good for Us, and How They Can Be (he quotes the Buzzcocks in the introduction, so I think I’m in good hands); and Robert Louis Stevenson’s Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes and The Amateur Emigrant (finally, a book that combines my love of Scots, California, and donkeys!).
Also, I’m about to roll an AD&D polyhedron to see who wins my old copy of This Bright River, so drop me a line if you want to get in on that shit.

My #fridayreads, as-soon-as-I-finish-what-I’m-already-reading edition: I’m Trying to Reach You by Barbara Browning, America’s foremost choreographer/academic/ukulelist/novelist; Mark Perryman’s Why the Olympics Aren’t Good for Us, and How They Can Be (he quotes the Buzzcocks in the introduction, so I think I’m in good hands); and Robert Louis Stevenson’s Travels with a Donkey in the Cévennes and The Amateur Emigrant (finally, a book that combines my love of Scots, California, and donkeys!).

Also, I’m about to roll an AD&D polyhedron to see who wins my old copy of This Bright River, so drop me a line if you want to get in on that shit.

This week’s #fridayreads are, for the most part, Daniel Fights a Hurricane by Shane Jones, which is deliciously weird; a smelly and disintegrating copy of Portrait of a Rebel: The Life and Work of Robert Louis Stevenson by Richard Aldington, liberated at some point in the last 55 years from the library system of Kent county, England (Invicta!); and, as always, sweet magazines.

This week’s #fridayreads are, for the most part, Daniel Fights a Hurricane by Shane Jones, which is deliciously weird; a smelly and disintegrating copy of Portrait of a Rebel: The Life and Work of Robert Louis Stevenson by Richard Aldington, liberated at some point in the last 55 years from the library system of Kent county, England (Invicta!); and, as always, sweet magazines.

This week’s #fridayreads is brought to you by the three things keeping me sane today: beer, whiskey, and How to Get Into the Twin Palms by Karolina Waclawiak.

This week’s #fridayreads is brought to you by the three things keeping me sane today: beer, whiskey, and How to Get Into the Twin Palms by Karolina Waclawiak.

#FridayReads, more drinky than read-y edition: How Should a Person Be?, Dispatch from the Future, & Taibbi in Rolling Stone.

#FridayReads, more drinky than read-y edition: How Should a Person Be?, Dispatch from the Future, & Taibbi in Rolling Stone.

My #fridayreads: J R, on account of #OccupyGaddis (though I’m doubtful about being able to read two Gaddis books in one year), the new Complete Poems of Philip Larkin, the current Harper’s, a whiskey & soda, and a beer. Not pictured: an iPod playing Belle & Sebastian on shuffle—a bit out of season, I know, but magically mostly sticking to the happy stuff; the incense-and-soap smell of these Nasturtiums that someone had better put on a salad soon; the balletic interplay of an insectoid-sounding male Rufous Hummingbird with other, less ostentatious hummers of a different gender and/or species; and the feeling of the exposed parts of my skin sticking to everything in this perfect 70°, 44% humidity, summah weather.

My #fridayreads: J R, on account of #OccupyGaddis (though I’m doubtful about being able to read two Gaddis books in one year), the new Complete Poems of Philip Larkin, the current Harper’s, a whiskey & soda, and a beer. Not pictured: an iPod playing Belle & Sebastian on shuffle—a bit out of season, I know, but magically mostly sticking to the happy stuff; the incense-and-soap smell of these Nasturtiums that someone had better put on a salad soon; the balletic interplay of an insectoid-sounding male Rufous Hummingbird with other, less ostentatious hummers of a different gender and/or species; and the feeling of the exposed parts of my skin sticking to everything in this perfect 70°, 44% humidity, summah weather.

My #fridayreads, or, more specifically, the books I would like to start reading as soon as I’m finally done with this fucking book I won’t mention:
The Lola Quartet by Emily St. John Mandel, the Rumpus Book Club pick for April,
Goodbye, Flicker by Carmen Giménez Smith, the Rumpus Poetry Book Club pick,
A Brief History of Thought by Luc Ferry, and
Leaving the Atocha Station by Ben Lerner, strongly recommended by Barbara Browning and Tao Lin.

My #fridayreads, or, more specifically, the books I would like to start reading as soon as I’m finally done with this fucking book I won’t mention:

The Lola Quartet by Emily St. John Mandel, the Rumpus Book Club pick for April,

Goodbye, Flicker by Carmen Giménez Smith, the Rumpus Poetry Book Club pick,

A Brief History of Thought by Luc Ferry, and

Leaving the Atocha Station by Ben Lerner, strongly recommended by Barbara Browning and Tao Lin.

My #fridayreads are, once again, periodicals. (Not pictured: The Recognitions, which is too heavy to take anywhere.)

My #fridayreads are, once again, periodicals. (Not pictured: The Recognitions, which is too heavy to take anywhere.)