Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs?
This post is more of a landmark accomplishment than anything else... and that is, i finished my first book of the "shoobie's random summer reading" list. books and i are friends... i mean there have been times in my life when book and beer fought a galactic duel; problem is la cerveza always wins that one. But after high school and college semesters were over, i would rekindle my relationship with a good book (or 15- one summer i worked at a pool). it wasnt until i had cash of my own to distribute to books that i started really reading for my pleasure and not anyone else's.
That being said, I just read one of the best easy-reading knocks on today's pop culture. Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs was written by this dude Chuck Klosterman who is a nerdy introverted music knowledge god and also completely 'in the know' about all things pop. He is about 8 years older than i am, so some of his 80s teen stuff doesnt really parallel. But his sarcastic and realistic out of the box perspectives of our existence is something everyone should read.
i hope its not copyright infringement if you gank passages from a book on your blog.....
Chuck Klosterman on:
John Cusack blowing
"I can't fathom how he isnt the number-one-box-office star in America, because every straight girl i know would sell her soul to share a milkshake with that motherfucker....They dont love John Cusack. They love Lloyd Dobler. When they see Mr. Cusack they are still seeing the optimistic, charmingly loquacious teenager he played in Say Anything... this is why i will never be completely satisfied by a woman, and this is why the kind of woman i tend to find attractive will never be satisfied by me. we will both measure our relationship against the prospect of fake love."
"...My SimChuck was still there, frozen in space, hungry and tired and gesturing like a madman, covered in piss....a confused little guy still waiting for a reason to live. i clicked on 'free will' and SimChuck was emancipated. I watched him take a shower and crawl into bed for the next fourteen hours. and then i did the same."
The Real World
"Once youve been on TV, nothing else matters. If Flora from Miami wrote the 21st century version of Anna Karenina, she'd still be known as the loud-mouthed bitch who fell through the bathroom window. Almost a dozen ex-Real Worlders have pursued careers in music, all with a jump-start from MTV. None have succeeded; their combined sales would be dwarfed by Arrested Development's live album....it appears the highest residual success one can achieve from a Real World stint is that of being asked to compete in a Real World/Road Rules challenge. all these people are forever doomed to the one-dimensional qualities that made them famous nobodies. the idea that they could do anything else seems impossible"
there are more knocks on all kinds of things from punk rock to saved by the bell, and country music to pam anderson. this dude writes essays like they are streams of consciousness, but on an incredibly sardonic intelligent level. its a $13 paperback, just go fucking buy it. have i convinced you enough?
(i will also be putting Tokey Books on the sidebar ---> )
(can anyone thing of something that sounds cooler than tokey books)