I haven't posted much lately. Been doing a lot of reading. Currently enjoying Joyce Johnson's The Voice is All: The Lonely Victory of Jack Kerouac. Jack's Book of Dreams is my current Keroucian (Kerouawhackian?) adventure. Also working my way through The Wisdom of the Vedas by J.C. Chatterji (to help me better understand where Alan Watts, who I've been listening to extensively, is coming from). When I bought the latter at Barnes & Noble the young man checking me out said, "Good for you. This is a great book . . . ," and proceeded to school me on other good Hindu resources. Knowledgeable guy. I still think I want to work there and just be around books and book lovers all day. Ten minutes after I got hired the company would abandon brick-and-mortar stores - that's my fear anyway.
Reading Johnson's biography has me wanting to read more of what Jack read. I tried Proust and failed (yawn). Maybe Saroyan, or Wolfe, or Celine, or Spengler?
Too many books, too little time . . . .
One thing's for sure because of the latter realization: I'm not wasting my time gutting through something that doesn't hold my attention.