I picked up My Year of Meats last night on my way to YMG. Read some on the T, and was intrigued enough that I might be able to break out of my haze long enough to make my way through it. The first few pages struck me in the same way that the first few pages of Banana Yoshimoto's Kitchen did. Something about the way that we're thrust into the story in a way that is simultaneously gentle and headfirst.

In other book news, I've a copy of Edward Regis' The Great Mambo Chicken and the Transhuman Condition on order with B&N. Regis was an editor for Omni magazine, and TGMC is an extrapolation of scientific ideas on everything from space flight to human consciousness to genetic engineering. The whole is fascinating and terrifying at the same time. I've been meaning to pick up a copy ever since a friend of mine made me read it a few years ago, but recent conversations have brought a new sense of purpose to a re-exploration.

Not much else for now.