I got nothin', not even a funny post title

While lately I seem to go on a posting flurry once a week, usually on Wednesdays and/or Thursdays, I don't think that's going to happen so much right now. Things are sad, I'm totally distracted, nothing's really getting done and everything's kind of just there. So, you know, feel free to go read some other litblogs and report in with your exciting findings. Here's a few snippets worth a few minutes:

• The Reading Experience on paper versus plastic...er, blogging versus publishing.


• My girlfriend digs Rick Moody. I tried to read Purple America once and got fed up midway through. Or a quarter way through. Something. But that was back in the dark time between college and this year, when the reading circuits in my brain were kind of turned off. But I'm going to try to read the book again before the end of this year, before I go back into shut-down mode (which I hope doesn't happen), even though Rick Moody is an old fogey. (Darby, repeat after yourself: never give up the rock.)


• I always get a bit excited when someone drops an unexpected mention of The Catherine Wheel--as if it's going to lead to a reunion and the creation of the follow-up album to the classic Wishville. (It ain't gonna happen, but a boy can dream.) So of course I smiled when Gwenda Bond mentioned at Shaken & Stirred the new Rob Dickinson solo effort. (And while you're over there, check out the new design. Yeah, sure, I clean my place up, and suddenly everyone's gotta go and raise the blog-block property value on me again. I'm totally going to get kicked out of the Subdivision Blogowners Association that I'm not actually in anyways, I just know it.)


• I'm pretty sure this is exactly the way it happened.


• And finally, Those Litblog Co-Op mofos are recommending more books than you could read if someone were shaking a stick at you.