Solar Energy consumed me. In every way; I was surrounded by it and I surrounded myself in it. I was reading about solar solar solar solar solar, and I can't even remember what else. Terrible, isn't it? A few weeks ago I picked up Ralph Waldo Emerson and read a couple of his essays (History, the entirety of Self-Reliance, and Friendship). I found his optimism very comforting and his ideas for living quite attractive.
Also, two sundays ago I found a Jack Kerouac book I'd never read at a free fair and picked it up and read it: Lonesome Traveller. Tells about all his travels and work on the railroad and on an ocean cruiser and as a writer simple and happy in Tangiers, Paris, London. His first European voyage. Included in that book is also a nice piece on the American HoBo. Its nice. Jack Kerouac is so sincere, so honest, so happy, but lonely. I really like him. (But I do think that this book, published late in his career, was sort of a writing dug out for avid publisher fans, not out of the top of genius).
Now, I read the best novel I've read in years: The Children's Hospital by Chris Adrian. It is about the end of the world by water and the only thing that is saved. Complex, intense, sad but beautiful. 600 page book, I'm only 100 in.
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