This Saturday, I received nine books through inter-library loan. I feel excited and swamped. The graphic novel about Houdini was disappointing and Jennifer 8. Lee's social history of Chinese food was sort of fluff (Donald Duck is peking; more Jews know how to use chopsticks, apparently, than read Hebrew), but OMG -



I can't stop reading The Game, or thinking about it. Men should have plumage, like peacocks. Women should be insulted. I also realized that "the game" technique totally worked on me at a party last summer, and I feel so embarrassed. But part of something greater. Most of all I'm transfixed by Neil Strauss, a "normal" (debatable) writer whose life was totally engulfed and changed by his story. I also signed up for his email list and then contacted him in regards to his search for "some women to turn into man-killers for my next book: the female answer to The Game." Not sure what I was thinking on this one.



Also: New York's Medieval Fair had lots of black people, which I liked. I took pictures of my friends eating turkey drumsticks, obviously. I got a piece of signature bling today from a closing jewelery store off the Lorimer stop, and have once again started mainly consuming eggs. I have no desire to skate when it's rainy and I should really really learn how to ride a bike.