Between the covers.

So about two months ago, Marco had this great idea to do some posts on Counterforce about summer. Summer traveling, summer adventures, flings, weird things to be done to the world and to yourself during the course of summer, and of course, summer reading.

Not a hard subject for us to tackle. Quite the opposite, in fact. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re all voracious readers and also, frankly, scary brilliant. But we got a little wrapped up in the business of having a summer, which we’ll leave undefinable for now, and before you knew it, the grass started getting a little less greener, the wind started getting colder, those chirping annoying kids finally went back to school, and the season of summer flings quietly faded away.

So let’s talk about what’s on our nightstands as we head into the autumn months, okay?

Occam Razor:
Traffic: Why We Drive the Way We Do (And What that Says About Us) by Tom Vanderbilt.

Because you assholes don’t know how to behave on the road and your idiotic fucking tendencies just lead to me being in traffic. I read most of this on my lunch breaks while eating sushi. Now, I’m not saying you have to read this at lunch while eating sushi, but you probably should to get the same exact experience I did. California Rolls will not be accepted. Unless its the ones with the fried shrimp in the middle, I don’t know why but I can’t get enough of those. Damn, I could go for some right now. If I only had a book about the traffic culture of Mumbai to read.
Lollipop Gomez:

Youth In Revolt is one of my favorite books. I read it 10 years ago and then I re-read it when I was recovering from surgery in 2005. It is a treasure. I’m very worried of what they will do to it.

If there aren’t any donuts in the first 20 minutes of this movie, which is a major detail in that they go get donuts all the time in the book, I will be very upset. I remember sending my ex up the hill to get me Maple bars because they kept mentioning them. So, if there’s no donuts in the movie then I will torch Michael Cera’s house. And I don’t know how I feel about this fake Amanda Seyfried as Sheeni. I don’t know if I imagined her being so faux-sexy. Ugh, Hollywood.

Marco Sparks: Cera’s starring in the upcoming movie version, right? When reading the book originally, can you say that you ever would’ve thought to see Michael Cera playing the lead? I totally want some donuts now, by the way.

LG: No, Michael Cera is not Nick. But he’s the awkward man of the moment and I think he’s producer, so we can thank his dollars.

Marco: Hello, Nick and Norah!

Conrad Noir:
Why this book? Because why the fuck not, motherfucker? This book is like experiencing what it’s like when a mentally ill person has an orgasm during a car wreck. It’s fucking wonderful. Here’s an excerpt:
“Soon after this episode there was a birthday party for me. Prince came, he was sitting at a table with some people not drinking. I walked up to him, grabbed him by the back of the hair and poured cognac down his throat. He spit it out like a little bitch and I laughed and walked away. I loved fucking with him like that.”
Occam Razor:
Lush Life: A Novel by Richard Price.

Because of several reasons. A) Richard Price wrote some of the best episodes of The Wire. 2) For the first 350 pages or so it’s an entertaining read. Nevermind the end, though. and C) For all intents and purposes the subtitle A Novel is actually a part of the title of the book. It’s not Lush Life, a novel by Richard Price, it’s Lush Life: A Novel! Why can’t more titles be that informative like this, imagine Bruno: A Terrible Film Where This Guy Sexually Harasses Rednecks Until They Finally Snap.
Conrad:
This one isn’t as easy to enthusiastically recommend. Honestly, I haven’t read it yet, but I certainly intend to. Especially now that I know they’re making it into a movie.
Marco:
I’m honestly too indecisive to pick just one, or just a few books here. I apologize. So, speaking of the post Lollipop and I did yesterday, I’m going to suggest…
What a fun and fascinating read this book was (for me, anyway). On one hand, you could take it as some very factually based interesting guesses into what tomorrow holds for us, but in a lot of ways, due to it’s style and subject matter, I think you could almost take it in as a very experimental novel. Especially if the futurist angle just isn’t for you. In fact, be warned, because I think I may have more to say about this one in a few days…
Occam Razor:
Why Your World is Going to Get a Whole Lot Smaller: Oil and the End of Globalization by Jeff Rubin

Because I’m too fucking lazy to properly prepare you for Peak Oil.
And you’ll have plenty of time to read after the end of the world

Twenty two days to go.

516 years ago yesterday the Italian eurotrash explorer Christopher Columbus, on an expedition commissioned by the Spanish monarchy, landed here on the shores of America. Turns out we weren’t India but some new, mostly unheard of continent altogether. And over five centuries later, I’m not going to lie to you, I’ll take any excuse for a three day weekend that I can get my filthy hands on. It’s not Leif Erikson day, but whatever.

22 days to go!

And it can’t come quickly enough, am I right?

Commander Light and I were discussing it last night and he suggested that at this point, it would seem that Sarah Palin is just off the reservation, no longer campaigning for John McCain, but for herself in 2012. I worry that he may be a little too right.

Make-Believe Maverick. The article you absolutely have to read if you ever for one milisecond considered voting for John McCain.

Watch this only if you want to be terrified to your very core:

Forget greed, Gordon Gecko. McCain’s campaigning of the last few weeks seems to be insinuating that hate is good.

And comparing Obama to Osama as much as possible. Especially when they know that a vocal majority of their followers are clearly retards.

Maybe to distract the voters away from how much the McCain/Palin ticket has violated ethics standards before the election?

McCain’s attempts to inject a little respect into this campaign, like much of what he does, comes a little too late.

McCain debates himself.

I think Hillary sums it up nicely here: “Jobs, baby, jobs.” Yes, please.

Apparently McCain was for Acorn before he was against it.

Tina Fey: “If she wins, I’m done.” And I think she means with the planet.

And Keith Olbermann, while being a bit of a blow hard, nails it on the head with a final word on Sarah Palin.

The man behind the whispers about Obama.

Rape jokes are authentic John McCain.

The third and final debate is this Wednesday. You’ll be there, won’t you?

Sound advice: Take care of your work frenemies before they take care of you. Know what I’m sayin’?

Some crooked fuckers stripped my sealab.

Robot Heart and Siege, who I stole from greatly (again) for this post.

“At first, I was nervous,” he said. “Then I was like, ‘Whatever.'” Levi Johnston talks about Bristol Palin, baby, Obama, and securing that crucial douchebag vote for McCain/Palin ticket.

The congressman who replaced Mark Foley now has his own sex scandal.

The man who would’ve been the King of America.

Emperor Norton of these United States and the Protector of Mexico.

Bushism a day.

Modern art gets deep in London’s Tate Modern gallery.

Chuck Klosterman’s brief history of the 21st century.

Nad shots! Superman getting punched in the face! Sexy people!