… partway through GUNPOWDER MILKSHAKE: so far, the most interesting part of it is the title… yesterday afternoon wasn’t a total waste, as we got to spend part of it listening to Ezra Klein’s must-listen interview with Ibram X. Kendi… almost done with Rushdie’s JOSEPH ANTON, finally: while I like Rushdie’s work he ends up, invariably, be it fiction or non-, grating on my nerves by the halfway point and ANTON – a nonetheless excellent memoir – is no exception (that said, I still want to spend an afternoon or evening playing SUPER MARIO WORLD with him)… though my victories carry with them an asterix, I nonetheless vanquished my niece, finally, in one Grand Prix race in MARIO KART, the asterix being that the controller was wonky and I, being the cool uncle and determined to be the one postive male influence in said niece’s life, took the wonky controller in our next circuit and proceeded to be vanquished, as per normal in our Saturday MARIO KART battles… “Goat poop bingo” will be among the notable events in town next weekend for the annual “throw a pot on somebody’s head and have him lead a parade of locals up the road while they hurl enough candy at goers and gawkers to make an insulin company sales rep salivate” festivities … and, finally, spent much of the morning asking myself a recurring question: am I asking the paragraph to do too much?…
