How do you pass the time during a flight? What do you bring in your carry-on?
Magazines and paperbacks--I like to leave 'em on the plane, or on a bench at the airport or whatever, when I'm finished reading. I also bring an mp3 player, bottle of water, Nintendo DS, camera, maybe some kind of snack, etc. This is pretty much the stuff I bring most places, except that I put the pocketknife in my checked bag.
Despite bringing all this stuff with me, I usually pass the time during a flight by staring out the window.
What gameshow or reality show would you kick butt on?
If kicking butt on a game show consisted of only answering questions, I'd probably do pretty well on Jeopardy!, or Lingo, or any of those basic-cable pop-culture quiz shows (Beat the Geeks is probably the highest-profile one). But game show success must be more complicated than that, or else you'd see a lot more socially awkward, hideously ugly, morbidly obese, etc. people on game shows.
Reality shows, though? I can't think of any that I'd be good at. Wait, maybe Temptation Island. As one of the couples, not one of the, uh, tempters. Though I suppose I'd have to become part of a couple first.
Okay, so, partly because I've never posted here, here's a list of the books in this photo of some paperbacks, on my bookshelves, from 200...2 or 3, maybe? This would've probably been a bookshelf in a hallway in a duplex, called a 'half-double,' in the Clintonville section of Columbus, Ohio.
So these books? I believe they're all secondhand. Some of them were gifts. I bought a lot of 'em at thrift stores, a few in used bookstores, and took quite a few out of 'free book' places (trash piles, a couple coffeeshops, a box in the English department offices). I don't think I paid more than sixty cents for any of them (I'd've said twenty-five, but for the sticker on Dancing Wu Li Masters). I've since given most of them away. Some of the ones that I still own, though, I've had for twenty years now.
In the Midst of Life, Ambrose Bierce
Tarantula, Bob Dylan
Growing Up Absurd, Paul Goodman
Remote Control, Frank Mankiewiecz and Joel Swerlow
Scoop, Evelyn Waugh
I Never Loved You For Your Mind, Paul Zindel
To Take A Dare, Paul Zindel and Crescent Dragonwagon
You'll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again, Julia Phillips
The Ordeal of Change, Eric Hoffer
Mac Bird!, Barbara Garson
Man Alone: Alienation in Modern Society
Speaking of Inalienable Rights, Amy, Garry Trudeau
RN, I guess it's called--it's the memoirs, Richard Nixon
You can't tell, but it's Thomas Pynchon's V
Under that, I've got no idea.
Next column:
The Female Eunuch, Germaine Greer
Cloud-Hidden: Whereabouts Unknown, Alan Watts
The Dancing Wu-Li Masters, Gary Zukav
The Collector, John Fowles
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce
Understanding Media, Marshall McLuhan
Elements of Invention, Jeanne Simpson
I Didn't Do Anything, Robert Paul Smith
Felix the Cat
The New Poetry
A Star for the Latecomer, Bonnie and Paul Zindel
The Pigman, Paul Zindel
Black Voices: An Anthology of Afro-American Literature
A Movable Feast, Ernest Hemingway
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard
Dubliners, James Joyce
Under that, I've got no idea.
on Living for the City