Listening to Frank Black - Ole Mulholland
My literate consumption behaves somewhat like a large, concrete, hexagonal block. It seems to be tremendously difficult to get rolling. In fact, I frequently need extensive help to get it to do so, particularly after I have exhausted myself at the task for some time. Once rolling, of course, assuming that the block is on a flat or downward sloping plane, it will continue to roll, juggernauting anything that stands in its way. The block will continue in this way until it reaches the necessary upward slope. At which point, the block slows and stops, refusing to move for some time, until another kind soul helps me to get it rolling again. Actually, that sounds more like my car, Marlin, stuck in Red Deer this past summer. Ah well, such is life.
