The Unbearable Lightness of Being and Nothingness
See, it works better when the books are incongruous. Kundera and Sartre are just kind of a bread sandwich made with bread in the middle and garnished with dense, depressing bread. Black bread made with sawdust.
Anyway, I just wanted to apologize to our three and a half readers for slacking off my usual feverish pace of posting. I'm not stupid; I know that most of you come here for Buckethead's right-wing eggheadery and outer-space knowledge, Ross' dyspeptic erudition and GeekLethal's trenchant milblogging rather than for my ill-informed centrist handwringing and music wonkery. But even so, sorry. "Real life" intrudes.
Like you want to hear what a 29 year old white college administrator has to say about the deployment of image in rap music, anyway.
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