Yesterday was the January ROLT Meetup. The subject was essays, criticism and opinion pieces and the event was titled "If you ask me..." We got a dozen people, one of our best turnouts, and I hit them for contributions toward the Meetup expenses. I suggested moving the location to the Victory Cafe, and the others agreed to it.
I read Roger Ebert's hilariously sarcastic Agitprop-style review of Ken Russell's excess-fest The Devils, and George Orwell's essay "Why I write." Jane read part of a Tom Wolfe 1970s article about "the perfect crime." Someone read three poems he'd written, and someone else read something about Darwin.
Last night I had another complicated dream. I was a graduate student looking for something original to research who was tempted to start producing illegal drugs. We were going to produce them in an unused mansion inside a skyscraper! Then this famous football coach had a Nazi-type rally at the mansion, resulting in a huge crowd descending on it. I ended up deciding to write a book about the crime I almost committed, and how I would have been caught. I also dreamed of a statue made of cocaine being built on a rooftop and getting blown away.
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