Our cable package already comes with a bunch of superfluous channels that I unabashedly love (I will actually curl up and read a book to the fireplace channel) but this one really takes it: the Swiss Chalet Rotisserie Channel.
I've been watching these babies crackle for the past five minutes at least. It's really working me over. I'm sick as a dog right now but I'd definitely eat those chickens if they came out of the TV (suggestion to Swiss Chalet: 3D glasses quarter chicken dinner special?). Just a sick dog gnawing on chicken.
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Monday, February 28
Friday, February 18
Ain't It Pretty
I first read Donald Barthelme--Sixty Stories, it was--on the suggestion of Sheila Heti, in the middle of a summer mentorship. I was supposed to be reading every day, writing every moment, and yet I felt disconnected from the whole experience. It should be noted that this was the summer of 2009; my summer of garbage strikes, wet skies, low 20s, and 5am barista shifts. It was not the best summer of my life. I read the books and I wrote the stories, but in the end his short story collection was the only thing that stuck. Barthelme writes short and sweet and weird; some of his stories just breeze past and others punch you in the gut. "I Bought A Little City" is a gut puncher, and a good one. Listen to a reading below.
If I could buy a little city it would probably be Truro, Nova Scotia. Just because.
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