So, how was your weekend?

1. I had to jump hoops (the bureaucratic kind) but it finally happened. I am now the proud possessor of a Motorcycle Riders Licence
2. Poetry is alive and well and lives at The Front in Canberra
3. Rev at Bar32 has music that is (by conservative estimates) gazillion times better than other clubs around the city
4. I love the Beatles. I do. Hey Jude is stuck in my ear
5. It is easier to dance with a girl than it is alone.
6. Ali Baba Kebabs taste better at 3 AM
7. Drinking $10-bottle red wine from a local winery off a plastic glass, sitting on a haystack while eating a wafer thin slice of woodfired pizza made from organic vegetables grown in a little vegie patch in a garden and a gypsy jazz band plays a song about the soup kitchen lady is what a bohemian heaven would (or should) be.
8. Great beauty exists around us. If we blink less, we can catch more of it. Probably.
9. Paul, if the unintended byproduct of your singledom is a weekend like this...

Professions of infinite love

Now that I have consummated my relationship with Infinite Jest, and what a rollercoaster it has been, I figured I could return to my single-dom, bookwise. Little did I realise that there was no going back. There is no life without it. IJ will be mine forever. The last month, you drove me mad, madder than I usually am, but you took me to heights of pleasure that I never thought possible from prose. I say this with no shame: I love you Infinite Jest. And will always.