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Saturday Night’s Alright For Commenting: May 12, 2018

Take off your pants and jacket. It’s S.N.O.T. time.

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My life is stagnant. I’m eating through the same ideas and running around the same circles. May still feels like March, only a little sunnier. There’s nothing different than the hamster and I.

I like to do a couple of different things, I read, write, go for walks, exercise, play basketball, stay up super late every once in a while, and go backpack whenever I get the chance. This is what I like to do. This is how I deal with the crushing weight of existence and the never ending ticking to the end.

When it comes to reading, usually I know the next book I read while I’m reading the current one. Sometimes I’ll read a bunch of Faulkner in a row, sometimes I’ll dive into books about trees and creeks when I have a trip coming up, and as a predominantly fiction person, because I like to read about what it means to be alive, I’ll sometimes switch it up and try to learn about the cold rules of reality. When I’m not in the middle of a thread of books, sometimes the trail goes cold. I don’t know which sentences to take on next. So I’ll wait and see for one of the books to look at me a certain way.

I had just finished sitting on the floor and breathing. I opened my eyes. Looked at the round book table in the corner of my room. Sitting there was Don Quioxte. I said, yes that’s the one. That’s the one I’ll read next.

I purchased the book a year ago, because it was a member of William Faulkner’s regular reading rotation. I enjoyed Moby Dick well enough. I heard BIG things about Don Quixote from every people I admire as well. I don’t know anything about Spain or knights or books from that time in general. So I gave it a shot.

That was two months ago. I’ve read 500 pages. I just started part two. I’m drowning. It’s funny I guess. It’s interesting I guess. So far it’s left me with a couple of, huh, that’s clever, but unless you take in account the time it was written, and what was being written at the time, it hasn’t made me think or feel much of anything at all.

But I’ll carry on. I have to finish it. I bought all these Gerald Murnane books that are leaving my itching. Spring is a time for new beginnings. Yet, I haven’t been able to fully enjoy it because I’m stuck in the past, dragging my body through the thicket that is this book.

Guess what I’m doing this weekend.

Anyways, that’s all I got. Have fun doing whatever it is that you do. The rest is yours to talk about whatever you want, Texans-related or not. Just remember the standard commenting rules apply.