I looked for this book on-and-off for three years. I don't know where I heard about it, but I believe it was in the summer, during my middle school years, that I first went to the public library to request this book by interlibrary loan, by which I had gotten many rare books in the past. The library had a kind of networked computer, so they could search the whole database of libraries all over Iowa. For those three years, the librarian told me that the book was not in the database, meaning, likely it didn't exist. (At this point, I consider the possibility that 1. she didn't know how to spell Kool-Aid, or 2. she found the book, but deemed it inappropriate for me, and refused to order it.) Either way, since it wasn't in the database, that meant that in the whole state of Iowa, not one public library, not even the Des Moines Public Library, had it. Therefore, in the mind of the libarians, I was crazy, and this book that I kept asking for was a total myth and a hoax.
Perhaps that's why the whole idea of the library in 'The Abortion,' by Richard Brautigan is so delicious to me. Imagine a library, where anyone can contribute their book. No matter what, the library accepts the contribution, and even allows the author to place the book on any shelf they wish. The role of the librarian is to accept the books and to write them into a log book. Hopefully, 'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test' was there, and if it wasn't, there was something similar that would keep my interest.
Well, now I know the book exists: it's on Amazon. It's a non-fiction book about Ken Kesey and his psychadelic bus. I've heard about Ken Kesey and seen a few interviews in documentaries. I suppose if I had gotten ahold of this book in middle school, I wouldn't have really understood it, but it's nice to know that adults lie.
-MsLin
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Fortune
Yesterday we went to our favorite Chinese buffet. It was nice. I wore a skirt and one of my favorite summer shirts. It is kind of far, but DBF and I think it's worth it, since the closer buffets are exponentially worse. At any rate, we went, despite the traffic, and the Friday night business, which actually wasn't too bad.
As far as the buffet, it was good. DBF eats so many creatures. I'm reminded of 'The Walrus and The Carpenter,' since he ended up with all of these tiny shells, empty all over his plate. Even though, they serve desserts on the buffet, they also bring fortune cookies, which we just open and read, being not too interested in eating more at this point. So here (above) is my so-called fortune. I thought it was pretty funny at the time.
I'd like to see "Fake it 'til you make it" on a fortune sometime.
-MsLin
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Life is a Cabaret
"I don't think people should have to explain
anything. For example, if I should paint my fingernails green
and it just so happens I do paint them green, well, if anyone
should ask me why, I say: " I think it's pretty!" ("I think
it's pretty," I reply.) So, if anyone should ask about you
and me, you have two alternatives: you can either say,
"Oh, yes, it's true. We're living in delicious sin." Or
you can simple tell the truth, and say:
I met this perfectly marvellous girl
In this perfectly wonderful place
As I lifted a glass
To the start of a marvellous year.
Before I knew she called on the phone,
Inviting.
Next moment I was no longer alone,
But sat reciting
Some perfectly beautiful verse,
In my charming Amearican style.
How I dazzled her senses
Was truly no less than a crime.
Now I've this perfectly marvelous girl
In my perfectly beautiful room
And we're living together
And having a marvellous time."
Cliff is in Berlin at the beginning of the war, because he wants to get experience for his book, which is a good plot for the musical, but how stupid is Cliff? Don't get me wrong I love, LOVE, LU-BLOVE Cabaret, but part of the lure of good theater is that it's not realistic, like the "Gilmore Girls" and their awful eating habbits, yet small- to normal-sized bodies. However, in the case of "Gilmore Girls," I think I would be happier if they weren't hyper-focused on eating junk (presumeably they do this in the show to counteract the weight- and diet-obsessed culture).
Cabaret my first Broadway show...at Studio 54. Actually, I saw Julie Andrews in Victor/Victoria, which was ok. I guess I'm not into Julie Andrews pretending to be a male drag queen, too confusing. My uncle bought me a fuzzy navel at Cabaret, and they didn't check my ID because I was in the bathroom. We were sitting close on the floor, and everyone had little cabaret tables next to their seats. It was really theater. It was one of the profound experiences in my life. I could be Sally Bowles, and I quote her, mostly in my head, esp. this "Perfectly Marvelous" song. That, and "When I saw her laid out like a queen, she was the happiest...corpse I'd ever seen."
Come to think of it, my uncle got a drink at Victor/Victoria too, it was kind of little and coffee-tasting. My uncle is a "do-what-you-want" kind of guy. One time when I stayed with them, he brought home a pile of $100 bills, and made me roll in them on the floor: "Come on, when ah ya evah gonna get a chance ta do this again," he said in Jersey-ese. He's a fun uncle, but sometimes lacking in conscience and modesty. Maybe it's better not to worry about being proper all the time, and instead we should follow our hearts and be free more often. Thanks, Uncle JM! (Urgh! Almost all of my uncles, wait...ALL of my uncles have either J or M names, even the ones who were married in, I'm not kidding.)
I guess people start blogs to "keep in touch," albeit one-sidedly, with friends and family. I don't consider my life terribly exciting, but hopefully it will be soon.
-MsLin
anything. For example, if I should paint my fingernails green
and it just so happens I do paint them green, well, if anyone
should ask me why, I say: " I think it's pretty!" ("I think
it's pretty," I reply.) So, if anyone should ask about you
and me, you have two alternatives: you can either say,
"Oh, yes, it's true. We're living in delicious sin." Or
you can simple tell the truth, and say:
I met this perfectly marvellous girl
In this perfectly wonderful place
As I lifted a glass
To the start of a marvellous year.
Before I knew she called on the phone,
Inviting.
Next moment I was no longer alone,
But sat reciting
Some perfectly beautiful verse,
In my charming Amearican style.
How I dazzled her senses
Was truly no less than a crime.
Now I've this perfectly marvelous girl
In my perfectly beautiful room
And we're living together
And having a marvellous time."
Cliff is in Berlin at the beginning of the war, because he wants to get experience for his book, which is a good plot for the musical, but how stupid is Cliff? Don't get me wrong I love, LOVE, LU-BLOVE Cabaret, but part of the lure of good theater is that it's not realistic, like the "Gilmore Girls" and their awful eating habbits, yet small- to normal-sized bodies. However, in the case of "Gilmore Girls," I think I would be happier if they weren't hyper-focused on eating junk (presumeably they do this in the show to counteract the weight- and diet-obsessed culture).
Cabaret my first Broadway show...at Studio 54. Actually, I saw Julie Andrews in Victor/Victoria, which was ok. I guess I'm not into Julie Andrews pretending to be a male drag queen, too confusing. My uncle bought me a fuzzy navel at Cabaret, and they didn't check my ID because I was in the bathroom. We were sitting close on the floor, and everyone had little cabaret tables next to their seats. It was really theater. It was one of the profound experiences in my life. I could be Sally Bowles, and I quote her, mostly in my head, esp. this "Perfectly Marvelous" song. That, and "When I saw her laid out like a queen, she was the happiest...corpse I'd ever seen."
Come to think of it, my uncle got a drink at Victor/Victoria too, it was kind of little and coffee-tasting. My uncle is a "do-what-you-want" kind of guy. One time when I stayed with them, he brought home a pile of $100 bills, and made me roll in them on the floor: "Come on, when ah ya evah gonna get a chance ta do this again," he said in Jersey-ese. He's a fun uncle, but sometimes lacking in conscience and modesty. Maybe it's better not to worry about being proper all the time, and instead we should follow our hearts and be free more often. Thanks, Uncle JM! (Urgh! Almost all of my uncles, wait...ALL of my uncles have either J or M names, even the ones who were married in, I'm not kidding.)
I guess people start blogs to "keep in touch," albeit one-sidedly, with friends and family. I don't consider my life terribly exciting, but hopefully it will be soon.
-MsLin
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