On Booze

A collection of stories on drinking and writing and losing out on love.



I picked this up a couple weeks ago at The Regulator Bookshop in Durham.  It's one of my favorite places to go when I'm feeling at either side of the pendulum swing--either concretely stuck, or totally free. 

Their selection of new works and various collections is curated to suit a varied range of literary palates, so almost anybody could walk in and fine something of interest without having to walk too far. I find myself rarely walking further than the shelves just beyond the front desk because my favorite section is at the very front of the shop--the magazine, journal, and newspaper room, which is dense with titles often difficult to find.

I don't know about you, but I prefer to flip through my journals before buying them. 

Although I love receiving personal letters in the mail, I'm just not a subscription kind of gal.

Here are some of my favorite passages:

"During a long summer of despair I wrote a novel instead of letters, so it came out all right, but it came out all right for a different person."

"This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness. I think also that in an adult the desire to be finer in grain that you are..."

"...vitality never "takes." You have it or you haven't it, like health or brown eyes or honor or a baritone voice."

"...I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again."

Compendium Monday #7

Alright, y'all, so here's the deal with the spotty 'Compendium Monday' posts: I started a new job about three weeks ago and I've been working a lot more hours than normal due to simultaneously training at this new place, and fulfilling my notice at the current place. In addition, I was training for a work study at a local yoga studio so I can practice without the financial burden. 

There's been a lot on my plate these last three weeks but, for the most part, it's all been really good. It's just been...a lot.

Excuses aside, I just haven't had a ton of time to read topics not directly related to the interviews I've been giving, or to watch anything at all. 

Hopefully I'll be able to make a little more time for myself in the coming week, and in turn, for you. I miss my morning Harper's readings and I'm only slowly making my way through the brilliant Homeward Bound, but I'm having a lot of fun with all the other stuff, including making sweet little hand knitted knot broaches for the Carrboro Arts Center Spring arts fair.

Until next time, check out this magazine I recently fell in love with:

Compendium Monday #6

Finally, back on the correct day. 


I was lucky enough to get to know Anna Jensen a little bit while living in Asheville. We worked together briefly at a restaurant in the River Arts District, and the first time I saw her work I thought, "Wow, this person is making drinks for the customers I'm serving." Discovering the talents of folks who are doing ordinary things alongside you is pretty incredible, and experiences like that help remind me that people are so complex. Even the seemingly mundane have entire universes of experiences and interests inside them, and unless you ask, you may never know.

I've got a couple of Anna's prints, but I am getting ready to purchase my first original and I'm so excited. More to come when it arrives...


On Hypocrisy by Martin Clancy

A quote to wet your appetite: 

"The Coherence between what one believes and how one acts was, William Hazlitt thought, a sign of nobility, a proof of the fact that a person saw value in himself. To act in accordance with one's beliefs is an affirmation, most of us suppose, that those beliefs are praiseworthy. By contrast, "a hyprocrite despises those whom he deceives, but has no respect for himself. He would make a dupe of himself too, if he could." Here Hazlitt may be going too far: not only hypocrites, but even the most honest among us are experts at self-deception."


Wealthy Women Can Afford to Reject Marriage, but Poor Women Can't by Emma Green.


I have been listening to Son Lux all week. I have heard people complain recently about how Spotify exploits artists, but I think for anybody really interested in music, it provides access to more artists than anybody would ever have the time or money to find themselves in a sea of vinyl at the local record store. I use it to find artists I didn't even know I liked. Being able to sample the entire album is really nice because I just don't have the money to spend on a record that may only end up having one song I like on it once I get it home. Anyway, that's how I found Son Lux, and I'm going to pick up one of their records at All Day this afternoon.


Something That Needs Nothing by Miranda July can be found in The New Yorker's archives, of you can check out a shitty pdf HERE

It can also be found in My Mistress's Sparrow is Dead, edited by Jeffrey Eugenides

A favorite exerpt:

"This made her so angry that she did the dishes. We never did this unless we were trying to be grand and self-destructive. I stood in the doorway and tried to maintain my end of our silence while watching her scratch at calcified noodles. In truth, I had not yet learned how to hate anyone but my parents. I was actually just standing there in love. I was not even really standing; if she had walked away suddenly, I would have fallen."

I hate that this article focuses on heteronormative couples, because what of the gay, single, poor women living in places that don't grant the right to marry to same sex couples? Are they to either suffer alone or suffer with a man? And why do the two options have to be 'alone' or 'married'? There are tons of people who are in partnerships where they pool resources without a legally binding contract. That being said, this article touched on some interesting ideas.

"Taking a stand against patriarchy is much easier if you're well-educated, have a stable income, and live in a community where you could theoretically find an educated, employed man to marry. For poor, uneducated women, especially those who have kids, the question of whether to get married looks a lot different: It's the choice between raising children on one or two incomes, between having someone to help with household chores and child-rearing alone while working multiple jobs."

What Lou Reed Taught Me About Love by Lisa Selin Davis for New York Times' Modern Love column.

"The rain didn't stop, so we went back to his house and listened to the Replacements. He had a job fixing bikes, and he smelled like something tangy called Corn Huskers Lotion, which he used to get the grease off. Nothing else happened that day, but I was so happy, it hurt."




Compendium Monday #5

...On Wednesday, once again. Oops.

It's been a week filled with job training, yoga, research and interviews, so I haven't had as much time to read articles, but the following films and book have been really rewarding. Especially Tim and Eric's Billion Dollar Movie



Stay tuned to the posting of my interview with Dan Jones at The Carolina Quarterly

It should be up at the end of the week!