Grrr.
No, not the slur in the original lyric, the fact that Margaret Cho is in town tonight doing a show, but it's listed as "Private show/Students only."
Which is fine, really. Doubt I could find someone to come with on such short notice, and the last time I saw her I don't think Dawn appreciated having to wipe the drool off my chin every few minutes. . .
But it wasn't a date, so it was ok.
I think.
Anyway, it's warmed up enough that the prospect of standing out by the lake for the Sting concert in Grant Park isn't totally repellant as an alternate activity for the evening.
Or I can stay home and have another go at getting into China Mieville's entertaining but seriously dense Perdido Street Station.
So many options open to me.
Except the Margaret show, which isn't.
Grrr.
I couldn't get into Perdido Street Station either. I tried and tried. Really, I did.
I totally understand. Think I would have had the same problem with Colson Whitehead's The Intuitionist if I hadn't been, ah, between jobs when I read it.
Huh. Speak of the devil.
most sporting goods stores carry highly effective sting repellents.
sorry. i just can't stand that guy past 'dream of the blue turtles'.
*Soul Cages* was a really great album -- I have a lot of warm fuzzy nookie memories associated with that one -- but of late he's taken a scary turn toward the Adult Contemporary, imho.
Perdido Street Station is totally worth it, if you can get through the first few chapters. Get yourself a little lamp and read it at night, outside, under an open sky. Creepy.