The man loved his footnotes.1 Shit, did I say that out loud? Sorry, wrong meeting.2 If you like DFW then you'll probably love this.3 And even if you don't, you should still read it.4 Read it and lament the loss of a great talent in American letters.

1. Obviously.
2. Token Bill Hicks reference.
3. This is known as pandering to your audience.
4. Because I said so, alright?!
5. I've barely scratched the surface of DFW's work and I'm already sad that he's gone.

Interesting talk by the legendary Howard Zinn at Taos Talking Film Festival.

Arundhati Roy's ‘Come September' is a scathing treatise on globalisation, nationalism and US hypocrisy — carried off with warmth and humour.

‘The Art of Asking' Amanda Palmer's lovesong to performance art, big asks and trusting her fans is my favourite audiobook of the year.

The clue is in the title.

Every time you roll your socks up they scream in pain. This is what I learnt from this book. But I still roll my socks.

You can buy the book here.

After pulling faces at this audiobook I finally sat down and did the guided meditation. On a busy high street. Surrounded by shoppers. I may not have exactly been entering into the spirit of things but it was better than reading the book.

A great primer on Hollywood screenwriting.

Unintentionally hilarious. Or maybe intentionally; I can't be sure. Wait, that's Camus. Never mind.

Poetry good. Richard Burton good. Richard Burton reading poetry? Not so much.

I was fascinated when I read it but remember bugger all about it now.

First read in 1995 whilst drunk on red wine sat in a friends room on a mattress on the floor.
Reread at least a hundred times since then.
Read when I wanted to be a poet.
Read when I decided that all poetry is bullshit.
Read when I realised that I wasn't a poet but I still knew what I loved.
Listened to on recordings of Ginsberg.
Listened to on documentaries about the beats.
Read aloud by other people.
Recited by some godawful jazz students on the anniversary of his death.
Recited by myself on the anniversary of his death.
Read to myself sometimes late at night when I just can't sleep.
Reread after I saw the film at a film festival in 2010.
Reread December 2013 for no apparent reason.
Listened to again just now.

This isn't so much a discussion of ‘The Magic of Israel Regardie' as ‘the half-assed opinions of Christopher Hyatt, who lived and worked with Israel Regardie, with a brief discussion of what he thinks Regardie thought about magic and the occasional name-drop of Regardie thrown in for good measure.' I say that with love.

The recording comes across like a long-ranging discussion between Christopher Hyatt and some dumb stoner kid about magic, aliens and the Golden Dawn. That said, any Regardie is better than no Regardie and you do get some sense of Hyatt's working relationship with him.

It's an interesting discussion in its own right and covers many topics including Crowley, Thelema, Rosicrucianism and the various uses of magick with a k as a tool of self-improvement, empowerment and psychotherapy. There's a wonderfully nutty discussion of the extraterrestrial origins of mankind, according to the work of Zecharia Sitchin, and how we were created by aliens as a slave race.

I enjoyed listening to this a lot more than I'm letting on. It's an obscure recording and an interesting discussion. Scholars of Israel Regardie would be better served by going to Regardie's work directly — if you want to know about a tree, go to the tree. But there's much of value here if you accept it for what it is.

It doesn't matter if you believe in magick or not. We're all just space-monkeys, really.

Hate self-help but read it anyway. Some of the basic tenets of ‘Feel the fear and do it anyway' are sound. And the first few chapters, devoted specifically addressing fear, are worth reading. I've just got sand in my dreamcatcher and draw the line at nonsense like the law of attraction. Of which there is plenty in this book. Including the half-baked notion that anger causes cancer, all negativity is evil and wrong and the usual Pollyanna rubbish about positive thinking. It may be horseshit but horseshit has its uses — like compost.

Mary Oliver is like the little girl that had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. When she's good, she's very, very good. And when she's bad, she's horrid.

The narrator's voice is so boring and monotonous that I fall to sleep every time. looks innocent

I love Haruki Murakami and I love Franz Kafka, so what's not to love? Well, quite a lot apparently.

Disappointing chat with the Pythons recorded in a bathtub. Or at least that's how it sounds.

Everything you wanted to know about Beckett but couldn't be arsed to find out.

The best American short stories. Except some of them aren't great, some of them aren't American, and some of them aren't short.

You know how happy people can be really annoying? Well, writers who tell you that writing must be a complete joy (or you should quit writing) are annoying too. No matter how good a writer they are.

Mad as a box of hammers. And no it's not about that kind of vibrator.