Book porn

Ah. Blogging to the melodic sound of the basset licking his butthole on the bean bag. The soundtrack of my life. My wife and I diverge here on parenting techniques for the hound dog. I’m happy to let him lick his derriere. Clearly his rusty sheriffs badge is in need of maintenance. Who am I to stick/throw a spanner into the works? My wife however finds the concept of him rim-jobbing himself unsettling. First will come stern words. Then even sterner words with sinister undertones. (personally I surrender at this point) And then some form of thrown object. And then… depending on the trajectory of said object… possibly getting up and engaging the basset hound in some form physical confrontation. Sometimes it’s works. But mostly he’ll just glare at us, and then move off to some other location to continue his tongue to ass action.

In other outrageous news Joey is eating half a lindt chocolate bunny for dinner. We (my wife and I) briefly discussed the ethics of eating the sprogs easter eggs. Turns out we are both okay with it. ie. Basically we are honorless Ronin who burn villages and spurn seppuku. We’re saving her from a lifetime of sugar addiction and hardship…. is how we justify our actions. Next year old tricks won’t work so well anymore. She’s already wising up to our schemes and machinations. We will endeavour to up our tactics some in anticipation of next years hunger games/easter.

I’m trying a Tim Ferrissianism. I think it’s a Tim Ferriss thing in any event. I used to be such a hard core disciple. Now I’m more like an occasional adherent. Tim Ferriss is or maybe was, more like a gateway drug. For me anyway. I have outgrown the master and now need to find my own path. (which as far as I can tell slopes downwards and is over grown with weeds and thorny busges)

Anyway, one thing that he does which I like is turn books that have influenced him greatly outwards to face him on the bookshelf. The reasoning being some sort of reminder of imparted knowledge. I haven’t quite done that, but I’ve moved a few select works from my bookshelf to small shelf in front of my MacBook. That way they’re always in my line of sight.

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Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari should be in there. But my copy is so completely warped by water damaged that I’m going to have to repurchase it. In any event I often now myself staring at them, trying to channel some sort of zeitgeist from their cracked spines and dog eared pages. Make me ‘clever’ I murmur to them. In any event I find it reassuring that there clever people out there, creating great content, even if I am not. Gives me hope for the species. Thanks guys.