2006 book 73

i guess it's been a while since i posted. here's what i've been up to: starting a new job, going on a first friday art walk (they have those here, too!) and buying awesome yarn at a cute yarn store, getting a mild stomach virus and spending the entire weekend on the couch, watching 2 discs of scrubs season three straight through, watching the finale of big love, knitting more than half a scarf before deciding to frog it and make a shawl instead, sitting through what was possibly the most boring day of my life, realizing i don't get oxygen here and thus will be missing the janice dickinson reality show (which starts tomorrow night), receiving the new portastatic and camera obscura albums in the mail (i love merge preorder!) which also debut tomorrow, and trying desperately to finish the following book:

george singleton's novel
i really had to force myself to finish this, despite the cute jackalope on the cover, and the many references to chapel hill (the cat's cradle even gets a mention). it's basically this horrible stream-of-consciousness pile of crap narrated by a guy who's stuck in some tiny town in south carolina where everything is totally insane, and he seems to be a little insane himself, only none of them are insane in an entertaining or even a compelling way. this book was stupid. the folks at bookslut seem to love this guy though, so ymmv.