Time for a book review... I'm a few books ahead, so here's one today...
Me Talk Pretty One Day by
David Sedaris.
Read this one on a recommendation by a friend, and for fun.
A funny, sardonic, tarty collection of thoughts by a sarcastically smart author.
Need a laugh? Pick one up here.
Love the chapter on the Rooster, (what Sedaris' brother calls himself when he's feeling threatened.) "When I was young, we weren't allowed to to say, 'shut up,' but once the Rooster hit puberty it had become acceptable to shout, 'Shut your motherfucking hole.' The drug laws had changed as well. 'No smoking pot' became 'no smoking pot in the house...'"
Love Sedaris' view on fear and hate! It's such commonplace now to attach the hate of something on one's fear of it. What a crock! "The word phobic has its place when properly used, but lately it's been declawed by the pompous insistence that most animosity is based upon fear rather than loathing. No credit is given for distinguishing between these two very different emotions. I fear snakes. I hate computers. My hatred is entrenched, and I nourish it daily. I'm comfortable with it, and no community outreach program will change my mind." There's a diatribe following on why he hates computers... really funny!
My favorite chapter,
I Pledge Allegiance to the Bag, hilariously describes exactly how I feel about the green issue. I have such a problem saving the planet, me, myself. I hate recycling, (not to be confused with my fear of it,) and big companies flaunting what they do for the environment. Couldn't have conveyed it better myself...
"At a chain coffee bar in San Francisco, I saw a sign near the cream counter that read NAPKINS COME FROM TREES - CONSERVE! In case you missed the first sign, there was a second one to two feet away, reading YOU WASTE NAPKINS - YOU WASTE TREES!!! The cups, of course, are also made of paper, yet there's no mention of the mighty redwood when you order your four-dollar coffee. The guilt applies only to those things that are being given away for free. Were they to charge you ten cents per napkin, the would undoubtedly make them much thinner so you'd need to waste even more to fight back the piping hot geyser spouting from the little hole conveniently located in the lid of your cup."
Hey, after all, you Can't Kill the Rooster.
**This book and Vanishing Acts (signed by the author) are both available for the taking... if you want either or both, just let me know.)
{photos by Kristin Sandahl}
