Maxximillian Dafoe

Books are sexy.

In literature, sherlock holmes, What I just Finished Reading on November 12, 2011 at 2:42 pm

As you may well guess, titles in contrasting color are highly recommended.  If I find a book particularly thrilling, I’ll recommend it.  I enjoy many books- though I do not recommend them all.  Those in brighter colors I found wildly entertaining or in some cases, deliciously diabolical.  You’ll find no romance novels here, nor heartbreaking drama.  I do not care to read A River Runs Through It.  Neither 7 Pounds–compelling though surely they may be–  I need the pulse to quicken.  I need to be compelled to hurl the book across the room as I exclaim, “Bullshit!” or “No fuckin’ way!!!” only to gingerly run to pick it up  and turning in circles, read the passage over again.  Of course, what it boils down to, in my humble, is a matter of both mood and taste.  Augusten Burroughs’ Sellevision is a far cry from Agatha Christie’s Poirot mysteries and I require both.  Last year, my favorite novel was Calisto by Torsten Krol.  Bad Things Happen, a mystery novel by Harry Dolan was so exciting that I had to stop reading it every few chapters to twitter about how f-ing fabulous the characters and story were.  I have other favorites– for instance, The Tummy Trilogy by Calvin Trillin, an avid eater who writes solely about great food in unexpected places and I laughed out loud in public while reading My Goat Ate Its Own Legs by Alex Burrett.  Now, without further ado, here’s what I’ve read lately….

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In Actor, Connect, Do it now., Humor, My work on November 12, 2011 at 1:19 pm

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In dreamscape on August 21, 2011 at 10:20 am

Big Deal PR event. Really wanted to get in. Famous attorney gives me an all access pass. I go in. In the furthest, smallest suite are the photosnapping and the speeches. But the other 9 of the 11 rooms in the PR suite are empty. No things and no people.

A not-so-sutbtle-message about life?