I love Walt Whitman. Don’t like Ayn Rand.
Never been a fan of The Grateful Dead.
Had a dream last night with fungus in it.
Wanted to join the navy when I was ten years old.
Love Joe Brainard. Anselm Hollo. Chet Baker.
Still don’t like Ayn Rand.
I do like Aino Sibelius (from whom Ms. Rand fashioned her false name.(
Sat in Sibelius arm chair once. There was a brach tapping at the window.
Richard Pryor’s standup routine about the mafia is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
I have never liked “The Catcher in the Rye.”
Best novel about alienation by a US author is “Invisible Man” and the second best is “The Adventures of Augie March.”
As a disabled person I’ve learned to distrust people on the left and the right.
“My Morning Jacket” sucks.
Yoko did kill The Beatles.
Daniel Craig is the best James Bond.
The Atlantic Monthly is no longer any good.
I once ate the flower arrangement during a boring luncheon with an alcoholic former ballerina.
Planet of the Blind 
I hadn’t seen that Pryor routine in, what? Decades? Very funny. Better then Scorsese. But I don’t agree about Atlantic. None of them is as good as they once were, though. And there is nothing to like about Ayn Rand.
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