Negativland at the Warehouse and Oysterband news

The final show at Warehouse this Sunday will be Negativland.
Those of you who are likely to be particularly excited about this already know who they are. =) For those who don't, go here and here.

My friend Steve sent word that according to a post on his MySpace page, Lee is taking a break from the Oysters.


Also: My librarymans. Let me show you them.

recent books

First, let me get this out of the way before I asplode: I'm about 260 pages into Kushiel's Justice right now, and if Ms. Carey doesn't stop using "betimes" in every other paragraph (sometimes more than once in a single four-sentence paragraph), I'm going to reenact the apology scene from "A Fish Called Wanda". Aaaaaaagh!

27. Blood Rites, Jim Butcher. Frankly, any book that has Thomas and PUPPIES! is okay with me. I think this has been my favorite book of the series so far, not just because of the PUPPIES!


28. Proven Guilty, Jim Butcher.


29. Planet Simpson: How a Cartoon Masterpiece Defined a Generation, Chris Turner. One of the reviews I read likened this to being cornered by That Guy at a party who wants to talk to you about his pet subject (favorite movie, favorite TV show, merits of vi vs. emacs). Yeah, it kind of is, but that was okay with me. If you're looking for a serious tome about the cultural impact of The Simpsons, you might be better served elsewhere. I found it entertaining enough, although using the same couple of episodes as examples repeatedly got kind of old.


30. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K. Rowling. I thought it was a fine end to the series, although I would've been plenty happy without the epilogue. I know why it's there, but that doesn't mean I'm thrilled with it. Also, I cried. Repeatedly.


31. Love is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time, Rob Sheffield. I confess that this one made me cry in spots too. (The chapter where he describes his wife's sudden death from a pulmonary embolism at 31 required opening a new box of tissues.) And laugh. And wonder what happened to most of the mix tapes I made in my youth, when they were actually mix *tapes*.


32. How to Be Bad, David Bowker. Meh. I kept thinking I should find it funnier than I did, and also that the list thing was done much better in High Fidelity.