Monday, March 16, 2009

I Smell Spring

I smell spring stalking me through tall grass, flowers blooming on islands in the bay, spy hawks perched on crooked telephone poles. To hell with anxiety and tight chestedness, to love and mountain ranges with me, aloft with song and laughing. The world sits poised to open up to me with deep sincerity, and it brings tears of joy to my eyes.

Dying for Laughs

When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops? When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops? by George Carlin

My review

rating: 3 of 5 stars
Page 100 has a wonderful description of Uncle D'Artagnan, who apparently like to wear a tassel from the end of his member, so right away I liked the book. Upon closer examination, however, Mr. Carlin seemed to run thin on ideas, with an awful lot of repetition. The good parts were hilarious, but I can't honestly say I read all the book, even though George was one of my favorite comedians. I have vinyl of George Carlin that's more listenable than this book, but as a fan I still enjoyed it overall.

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