psyfn asked: 63, 74, 89
63
Nirvana. Fall 1993.
74
Ah, crap. It’s always so hard to pick absolute favorites. Snow Crash and Cryptonomicon (Neal Stephenson) are on the short list. As is This Is The Way The World Ends (James Morrow), at least back when I was in high school and college (I haven’t re-read it in awhile). And The Art Of War, Hagakure, and The Book Of Five Rings. And I’m probably leaving out one or two. But they’re constantly shifting. I can’t just pick one. They’re all important to me.
89
Honestly, I don’t really like either. If I’m eating something (pizza or salad or whatever) that has actual recognizable pieces of black or green olives in it, I either pick them out or try to ignore that they’re there. For some reason, I do like Kalamata olives, though.
