I found, quite by chance (I was actually in search of a copy of A Tale of Two Cities, by the illustrious Mr. Dickens) copies of the first three issues of McSweeney’s, which I purchased for a price which I can only define as exorbitant, but which of course I paid, though I can ill afford it. I am confident that I will be repaid by the contents of the magazines.
For those of you not familiar with the literary journal, I’m not sure how to describe it. Comically earnest? Sincerely ironic? It defies classification, except in terms of its intended audience, who are generally speaking wealthy white kids just out of college who think they know more than they do. This is why you will find the work of the talented but abnoxious David Foster Wallace creeping about its pages. Despite its best efforst, McSweeney’s is actually quite good, and I recommend it to all who can afford it, and also to those who can’t (good luck finding it; I got half my issues from used bookstores).
Today also marked my first encounter with Krispy Kreme donuts. The store was bright and kitschy (one of these days I’m going to have to learn to spell all of these wonderful, hip words), and the donuts themselves melted in my mouth like the deep-fried pieces of fat they are. Quite good, really. The coffee, on the other hand, was so strong that I gave it my lunch money so it wouldn’t beat me up. I went for a Frozen Original Kreme, whatever the hell that is. It was smooth, it was creamy, and it was sweet. What more can you ask for from a frozen beverage? Overall it was a good experience, but since it’s a 20 minute drive from my side of the city, it’s not an experience I will be repeating very often.
