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Jorge Ben: África Brasil
Damn this album is fantastic. I always forget just how fantastic until I rediscover about once every 6 months.
Yael Naïm: Self Titled
Perfect for those rainy summer days.
Michael Jackson: Off the Wall
Classic.
Etta James: At Last!
Woman can sing.
Chris Isaak: Forever Blue
SF Represent!
Jonathan Evison: All About Lulu
Local Seattle author.
Malcolm Gladwell: Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking
You know what I excel at? Over analyzing things. To death.
Joseph Heller: Catch-22
For September's Book Club.
Jacqueline Susann: Valley of the Dolls
For this month's book club.
Emily Bronte: Wuthering Heights (Everyman's Library )
Old classic hardbacks represent!
Sam Gosling: Snoop: What Your Stuff Says About You
Yeah, this is the book I got signed and then had to leave at the store when I realized I left my wallet at home. Amazon doesn't care if I left my wallet at home thankfully.
Short sleeves! It's weird to scroll down to the comment box with the sideways picture. My mind was like trippin' and stuff.
Posted by: egan | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 12:16 PM
Did my original comment get spammed?
Posted by: egan | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 12:21 PM
Has Egan been smoking crack again?
Posted by: kirk | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 03:13 PM
Yes, I smoked a big fat one. That's how I roll.
Posted by: egan | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 09:35 PM
Alright smarty pant. Looks like you got your drug references all mixed up. Calm down or I'll give you a long, boring lecture about the difference between a variety of drug slang terms. Gnome sane?
Posted by: sprizee | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 09:58 PM
I feel you. Yes, I know what you are saying. Instead of a lecture about slang terms, could you tell me the pros and cons of Twitter vs. Facebook? That's the debate I want to have.
Posted by: egan | Wednesday, 18 March 2009 at 10:31 AM
You need some new material.
Posted by: sprizee | Wednesday, 18 March 2009 at 10:35 AM
I knew you'd say that which I was I said that. You're tired of me. I can take a hint. Where is the love?
Posted by: egan | Wednesday, 18 March 2009 at 11:09 AM
Tired of you? That's not possible. I hardly ever get to see you or chat with you anymore. I'd say we should get together for lunch but I seem to be a huge flake on that front. So instead I'll just give you a call the next time it might work out. Oui?
Posted by: sprizee | Wednesday, 18 March 2009 at 11:16 AM
Ca marche mon amie!
Posted by: egan | Wednesday, 18 March 2009 at 11:41 AM
So it goes my friend?
Posted by: sprizee | Wednesday, 18 March 2009 at 11:52 AM