Listening to Jet, and suddenly overwhelmed by the chaos of my family I mouth along to the words. I imagine I'm in the middle of the concert and I'm thrashing in a crowd of people. I don't particularly love the music itself, but I love how it's all carried out.

My art is always fighting with my books for shelf space, and more recently floor space. I bought a few new books yesterday, and checked out an unmentionable amount of art books from the library. "Modern Art" "Impressionism" "Cubism" "Marcel Duchamp." "Janis Joplin" are among the checked out books, as well as many many photography books.
The books I purchased are:
Fall On Your Knees - Ann-Marie MacDonald
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Stir-fry - Emma Donoghue
The Glass Menagerie (from my grandmothers basement)
and a different copy of A Heart Breaking Work of Staggering Genius. The fascinating thing about AHWOSG is that the two copies I own are both the paperback kind, but they both have different backcovers for the "mistakes we knew we were making" part. Plus, now I can loan out a copy and keep a copy by my bed for late night skimming of pages.

I'm not sure which one to read first, so I decided to set them aside and read the library books first. I spent most of the afternoon reading Man and Boy by Tony Parsons. It's wonderful and British and heatbreaking all at the same time. I admire single parents so much.
I also have Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk but I don't think I'll read it. White Oleander didn't get anywhere, I'm only about 4 chapters into it, but I just can't drag myself through it. I'll try again after I see the movie.
Next, after Man and Boy, I intend to read a biography of Janis Joplin, but that might not happen either.

Everything is generally good. Of course I still haven't done any of my homework, and I probably won't until tomorrow afternoon sometime. I cleaned today, and got stuff done, and read, really sat down and read all afternoon. It was nice.