In Which I Name Drop Frank Lloyd Wright in a Beach Story

So much new! So little energy after a pick-up basketball game with which to tell you!

The long and short of it:

— I finally broke down and got an iPhone. Find me on Words with Friends.

— I contributed a quick story about beaches in Lake County to the Lake County Journal, and it’s posted today. Check it out here: http://lakecountyjournal.com/articles/2011/06/29/00334596/index.xml.

— Currently reading “Man in the Dark” by Paul Auster. As a whole, I really love Paul Auster, and have read quite a few of his books. Sometimes, on a page by page basis, though, he can be wildly irritating. I’ll leave you with such a passage:

As I remove my penis from the hole [note: he’s peeing in a plastic bottle at his bed side], I look down at my old comrade and wonder if I’ll ever have sex again, if I’ll ever run across another woman who will want to go to bed with me and spend a night in my arms. I push down the thought, tell myself to desist, for therein lies the way to madness. Why did you have to die, Sonia? Why couldn’t I have gone first?

— Man in the Dark by Paul Auster, p. 44

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About Eric Lutz

Eric Lutz is a Chicago-based writer. His work frequently appears in Newcity magazine. He has also written for the Chicago Reader, Welter and a number of newspapers. View all posts by Eric Lutz

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