I’ve been kind of in a fog, blogwise, the past few days. Just haven’t had any motivation to post. Or maybe it’s time. I don’t know. It’s summer and I am enjoying the outdoors at the moment.

I discovered the book, Kurt Cobain’s Journals today. A patron came in looking for it and we had two copies so I grabbed the other one. I have to admit, I am really, really enjoying it. The book has actual reproductions of some excerpts of his journals and it is very voyeuristic to read his scribblings. And there are some funny stories in between some of the drug-induced ramblings. And he was a cartoonist. who knew?

Reading this book follows a stream of “learning” that I am following lately. It’s not really the kind of learning that is going to make me smarter, really. Say like being interested in learning more about the French Revolution. I guess it’s more like curiousity. It started when I came across the book, “Her Mother’s Daughter” by Linda Caroll who happens to be Courtney Love’s mom AND the daugher of brilliant author Paula Fox. Linda Caroll only found out much later in life that Paula Fox was her mother (she was raised by adoptive parents). I remember listening to To the Best of Our Knowledge a few years ago and they had an interview with Fox and she said that she was the Grandmother of Courtney Love, but only found out in recent years. For some reason I was fascinated by this. I really have no idea why.

So I saw this book by Linda Caroll and thought I’d read it. It was actually kind of a depressing book. Courtney Love appears to be a complete psychopath as a child. And Caroll goes through three husbands before settling on a fourth. The whole story of her life depressed me.

I also read a little bit about the conspiracy theory that Kurt was murdered. Juicy. I loves me a conspiracy theory now and then.

So there you go. A blog post. I guess I just needed to sit and a write.