Don't Shake the Flask

Because you don't know if it'll explode


Dang it, the neighbors have started up that rapping “music” again. But this time, I’ve realized that this really isn’t something on infinite replay–they’re practicing. Is there some rapping contest somewhere that I don’t know about?

Except I think this is worse than having an amateur garage band next door.

(Or is something more sinister happening, like in that movie The Ladykillers? They’re not trying to cover up their tracks for robbing a casino, are they? Wait a minute. There aren’t any casinos here in the boondocks. Only the lotto stuff at the local gas stations.)

So What’s Up?

Some would argue that people dislike certain types of music because they haven’t listened enough to it to grow to like it. Well I can say this: After being forced to listen to a profanity-ladden rap song on infinite looping from last night to this afternoon (played by no other than my annoying neighbors), my opinion of the genre has gone from extremely strong dislike to utter and complete loathing. Like going from -10 to -10^10^10^10. As for my neighbors, I wish someone would implant some earphones in their ears so they’d be forced to listen to a certain singing purple dinosaur for 24/7.

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On a completely different note, I’m currently reading Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs, and Steel which I find really fascinating. I first heard about the book a couple years ago when a professor recommended it out of the blue during a class. Looking back on it, I have no idea why the book was recommended–it had nothing to do with the class’s subject matter. Maybe the prof just finished reading it and he couldn’t wait to make other people read it too. (Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I think it’s really good so far.) I am also attempting to finish several fiction books that I’ve been in the middle of for ages, but we’ll see how it goes. I haven’t been feeling in the mood for fiction lately.

Perhaps of interest to a few people, I’ve obtained copies of The Red Queen by Matt Ridley and Human Natures by Paul Ehrlich today. I have no idea when I’ll get around to reading them–hopefully sometime soon. Also, I have not forgotten the Margaret Atwood recommendations from Gully Brook Press. I just haven’t obtained copies of those yet.

Current reading queue:
Waking the Moon – Elizabeth Hand (I swear I’m going to finish this one before the end of April)
Snow Crash – Neal Stephenson
A Few Short Notes on Tropical Butterflies – John Murray
The Mismeasure of Man – Stephen Jay Gould

Those aren’t the only books in my queue, but if I were to list it all out, you’d probably think I need at least a decade to finish them. Of course, this doesn’t mean that I’ll turn down any suggestions….