Currently, I'm reading Faulkner, Nietzsche, Foucault, and Chabon for my "summer reading," but I think that I will venture out of my mind for awhile and enjoy comedy. Reading these books all of the time depresses me. Faulkner's "As I Lay Dying" is comedic at times, but the grisly mood that follows each character's dialogue overshadows the story with darkness. Every time I read it, I feel like I am in the southern part of the United States, where trees form the perimeter around a limitless field of tall grass, and it is raining all of the time, but not the drizzle rain, it's dark, heavy, gloomy rain. Rain accompanied by flashes of lightning that strike down in the distance. Far, but not too far. Loud, but not mind dwelling... anyways...
Hiking in Santa Monica Mountains this Thursday. It should be fun. Maybe I'll watch some cartoons in between now and then. Tom and Jerry, or Looney Tunes. I miss Animaniacs.
