i think i put something else at the beginning of this entry and lost it; i have no idea what it would be.

I never review things in here anymore. Days of Being Wild, that was fine, not as good as 2046 or the other, what was it, In the Mood For Love. In fact, really not. But it was ok. Then, I saw Be Here To Love Me, Friday night, when I was already depressed. Oh, Townes. Townes Van Zandt, as you should by now well know, endlessly fascinates me. He was so bleak and funny and weird and incomprehensible and yet I feel such affinity. But yeah, kind of depressing movie. What else have I seen? I can't think of anything. As far as reading, I did finish that Muriel Spark book, the one with the false hope of interracial romance on the cover. That is the second time Muriel has struck out with me, and I tell you, Muriel, it is the last. YOUR BOOKS ARE BORING. Fuck that you were a spy, and that Evelyn Waugh was all aflutter, in fact those details only raised my hopes, ENSURING that your books would be disappointments! No more, Muriel.

Then my other book was Sleepless Nights by Elizabeth Hardwick. I haven't finished it--it's sitting in my bed right now, funnily enough--it's not horrible but not so great. Not recommended.

But don't think my last library visit was a complete washout, because the Nelson Algren book is pretty good I'm thinking. I've only read a page or two, but twice, because I was all, "whoa! HERE'S good writing! what a relief!" because sometimes I feel I've lost the capacity to be wowed by things, when I am repeatedly non-wowed.
Let me tell you some of it: "Six-foot-one of slack-muscled shambler, he came of a shambling race. That gander-necked clan from which Calhoun and Jackson sprang." Just a tidbit, but beeeeyoooootiful, yeah?

Oh, I know what I was going to blog about. I was going to tell you how for the past week about I had a statcounter, to see who comes to my blog. It was weird! It felt invasive! I was hoping for secret admirers from Russia or something, or to find out that many more people read me than I thought, but that didn't happen. And then I started getting confused about small things, like, wait, who is this in New York who reads me? I thought it was this person but maybe it isn't? And this person never listens to anything I say so it's not him. Maybe it's this person who works there? And so this was like spying, a little, and also it was inconclusive. Highly disatisfying. And Sacramento! I have no idea what is going on in Sacramento.
But I digress. All I am saying, is, don't try statcounters. They will only confuse you and make you feel shifty. So, I have given mine up. Much as I kick Muriel Spark to the curb; some things are not all you hope.