I'm reading White Noise by Don DeLillo. It's set at a fictional university, and the popular culture department is described thus:
"The teaching staff was composed almost entirely of New York émigrés, smart, thuggish, movie-mad, trivia-crazed. They are here to decipher the natural language of their culture, to make a formal method of the shiny pleasures they'd known in their Europe-shadowed childhoods – an Aristotelianism of bubble gum wrappers and detergent jingles."
I think that last bit might end up under the blog title before long.
This is what I'm doing for the next few days:
Back Thursday. Check out Chasms of the Earth in the meantime. It's getting heated over there, and we're still only on Chapter 7.
6 comments:
Don't forget to pack a wife.
Impressive video clip, that. Not many humans are fluent are chimpanzee. Take some vitamin tablets with you.
And don't disappear into the blue like Kim Wilde's fella did in the other national song.
There's *another* song about Cambodia?
Are you going to Poipet? Lovely part of the world, if I remember rightly...
There should be more songs about Cambodia in my opinion.
The French call Cambodia 'Cambodge', which is possibly the ugliest word in their fair language.
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