Confessions of a Human Nerve Ending

The Map Let's get this out there. It's cold tonight, but despite that we ventured out into the cold to check out A.R.T. I've been a vocal proponent of the project though critical of how the project was unrolled and implemented. But today was day one. So we decided to hop on the nearest stop (Central & University) and head west to Sharky's Tacos. If you've never been, go. Simply the best fish tacos in town. We waited about 5 minutes and got onto a very crowded bus that happened to be the bus that Councilor Ike Benton and Mayor Keller were riding. We said, "Hi." And rode through downtown without incident, and up to The Bluffs' station (Central & Yucca) on the westside. The tacos were great; the conversation was better. We didn't look at our phones because we'd managed to get caught up while we rode the bus. After dinner, we got back on the bus, not full so we could sit down. We wrote in our seats as the bus zoomed a...

In 1987, I was a small, yet sizeable, group of young men that were drawn to David Foster Wallace's The Broom of the System .  I'd devoured Pynchon's V. and The Crying of Lot 49 , and really was drawn to frenetic, post modernism but still didn't have the requisite skill to tackle Gravity's Rainbow .   So when a friend of mine recommended Wallace's Broom I read it, loved it, added him to a short list of author's I'd keep track of.   What that meant was that I'd buy Girl With Curious Hair , read a bit of it; buy Infinite Jest and A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again and give up on the first and devour the second.   And then I sort of lost track.  As usual with books I love, I loaned out Broom and never got it back (along with Jonathan Franzen's TheTwenty-Seventh City and Strong Motion:  A Novel ) and just moved on. So it was on getting ready for a road trip and having some sort of "Free Download" that I downloaded the audio...