Michael's Texas Embrace

I started reading "Moby Dick." I didn't read it in high school, though I was supposed to. I thought it was boring. But holy crap it isn't! Chapter three where Ishmael meets Queequeg was totally awesome. Here are some of my favorite sentences so far.

"For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal."

"The liquor soon mounted into their heads, as it generally does even with the arrantest topers newly landed from the sea, and they began capering about most obstreperously." (There are some words ripe for the looking up.)

"A boggy, soggy, squitchy picture truly..."

"Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken christian."

Wha-hoo!

I was thinking. Pink is the new black. Right? Okay, so if I wear all pink, and maybe put on some pink fingernail polish, does that make me New Goth? Since I would be wearing the new black, I think this must necessarily be true.

This is a call to arms, O people! This is a rallying cry! Let us be New Goth! Let us go into this bleak, tear-stained world, shimmering pink beacons of loneliness.

I'm a lousy poster. Too lousy to keep up a music blog. It is gone. I'll just give people mixed CDs now and again, instead. That's the laziest way to do it. Yeah.