I’m sleepy and I don’t feel well. I can’t nap as I have diner plans soon – also my bed is covered in a sea of books. After my job hunt today I started to reorganize my books – top shelf Eastern Philosophy, next three shelves a mixture of Western Philosophy and Literary criticism – I have a ton of fun stuff that I’d just forgotten about.

Jane Dark was wondering who I like to read in deconstruction and apparently (this list is not limited to deconstructionists) I like Jacques Derrida, Michel Foucault, Roland Barthes, Jean-Francois Lyotard, Northrop Frye, Helen Cixous, Jacques Lacan, Cornel West, Julia Kristeva, Edward Said, Gayatri Spivak, Umberto Eco, and especially Slavoj Zizek – to name the authors that I have multiples of – and of course there is Adam Searl’s Critical Theory Since 1965 – which is sort of the crit bible. I think I’m in denial about being a cultural studies guy.

Then there is a shelf of Lutheran theology books that were gifts from my father – a beat shelf with all my Burroughs – a poetry shelf – two shelves of classics and three shelves of contemporary lit. I started a Goodwill pile that has mostly new age/self help stuff in it. I talk to myself since I have no coworkers in this life with me so as I’m sorting through the books I say what they are out loud – the goodwill books all fall into the bullshit category and are summarily thrown, like a pinch of salt, over my shoulder and into the plastic bin.

There is also a short story anthology shelf, a “books on writing” shelf, and a biography/history shelf with several catchall shelves for the strays. It’ll be good to get organized just in time to put all my shit in storage.

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