Earlier today I participated in the Harry's-sponsored On The Road Marathon. Twelve-hours of nonstop Kerouac going down right now at Chateau Araignée. On the Road is truly the record of a male experience, so I felt a little weird reading it as a woman. All the Kerouac guys were out in full-force--dudes in their twenties and thirties there by themselves, standing up to read the immortalized words of America's finest literary loose cannons. Most of these guys were bald, glasses-wearing chaps who seem to have given up the dream and have given into unfulfilling careers and bad internet dates. They're probably who I'd be right now if I were a male. I was happy that I got to read from the part where he's in Fresno and Madera. Hometown ahoy.
Right now I'm just killing time before I go get my bbq on with one of my favorite ladies in the world, Ms. Jacqui Shine.
Posted by Zerd at March 29, 2008 04:17 PM