Book Ramblings

IMG_1036I had threatened to purchase this and of course did. I like the outlier things—to wear, to read, to view. As if this is any surprise by now. And I am enjoying the book tremendously. It’s one of those which leads the reader down all sorts of rabbit holes. Terence McKenna is a favorite for Lin to follow, describe, and quote from. I feel I should have known about or read some of McKenna’s stuff. Some of the stories about him seem so familiar. And I’ve read some Kathleen Harrison, whom he wed in 1976. They all did psilocybin, DMT, magic mushrooms. When tripping the emphasis is on the encounters with strange creatures who live in the higher planes.

The creatures: tykes, fairies, self-articulating sentences, translinguistic elves, friendly fractal entities, elf legions of hyperspace, meme traders, art collectors, and syntactical homunculi. I have italicized the particular descriptors which I favor. Lin describes his higher beings as faceless, bodiless, genderless abstractions. The trippers all emphasize that these beings are so very much brighter than humans, are much more advanced, and are fully aware of us though we, in everyday reality, are unaware of them.

I’ll continue reading as I’m not through the book yet, and the marginalia continues to grow. (Slowing the process.) This book is not for everybody, thought the title should clarify for any prospective reader. For me, this is a book I’ll read again.

The next beauty on the dock is penguinRandomHousefrom our old pal Raymond Chandler. Penguin Random House had released this proposed gem.  

The first edition of The Big Sleep was released in 1939 and soon became acknowledged as a masterpiece of noir. The Big Sleep helped to define a genre. Today it is celebrated and remains one of the most revered stylish novels of the twentieth century. The class A writing and characters have made this novel a champion of the genre novel as literary fiction. While some continue to battle the genre uniform as a sub species, others are willing to display it in literary fiction.

I already have it in my cart. Arriving soon!




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It’s just that sort of day…the type wherein the mind bolts from containment. Too much, too much, too much…  So, herein, methinks whatsoever I choose will work. Or not. But of no matter. For what is a “matter” anyway?

Isn’t it odd and fun how a word loses all meaning and sense when it is said repeatedly?

Today is brought to you by yesterday and tomorrow has no significance. Yet the same thing will occur, over and over.


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Lines for Posterity:

Happy Birthday, Raymond Chandler July 23, 2013 | by Sadie Stein

“Tall, aren’t you?” she said.

“I didn’t mean to be.”

Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

—Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

And then: The Viking god, Odin, had two ravens, Hugin (thought) and Munin (memory), which flew around the world every day and reported back to Odin every night about what they saw. I have a friend who is certain that all of the creatures, birds, dogs, wolves, all, are taking note of what we do and say. They then report back to Heaven (God, who then takes that in to account for our personal record. Heavenly spies, I guess.

“But knowledge does not protect one. Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what life admires.” James Salter, Light Years


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The Japanese understood the connection between horses and women, females. They knew, understood, painted them together, in a certain light. That is how you capture, and keep.

I wish you love, and redemption. Then you might make it okay. Redemption is Forgiveness earned.


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