Bigger and Better

I registered whereiscurtis.com. Of course, there's nothing there yet. I'll have to fix that. But not in the next twenty-eight hours. Or the month of May for that matter.

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I made a trade. I agreed to read Sense and Sensibility. What could I possibly get in exchange? A billion dollars? Eternal youth? I can't think of a satisfactory opposite to Jane-freakin'-Austen.

And it was obviously done in spite. I mean, what else is Austen good for if not that of exacting some sort of misguided revenge?

I could have been mean. I considered Hofstader's I Am A Strange Loop and Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. But like trying to force high-schoolers to appreciate classic literature, it would likely have just ensured the opposite. So I settled on Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury.

We'll see....