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I had a dream last night that I pulled up to Dunkin Donuts drive-through and David Foster Wallace was working the window. He very routinely handed me my order, two donuts – one glazed, one chocolate cake- and a coffee, and then conspiratorially asked if I had anything else for him. I reached into the glove box and pulled out a large manuscript and handed it through the small window. He looked at it skeptically, leaned forward and whispered, “No, you know, I mean for the bank. ” And so it turns out that in this particular post-apocalyptic dreamscape all the world’s banks had collapsed and now Dunkin Donuts would “hold your money” in mafia-esque black market accounts, because after all we need someone to hold our money. Are we far off from this (not the recently deceased writers working at Dunkin Donuts part)?

Another good BBC documentary. Sartre…philosopher, playa. That picture of him with Robert Plant hair as a child kills me.

Eventually, I knew something with Albert Camus would turn up on The Youtubes, which should be renamed JesusTubes, because it is as awesome as Jesus, and maybe even more influential. I don’t think I’ve ever seen video of Albert Camus before, but here he is being interviewed at a soccer game in Algeria, the country he was born in. I hope this is dubbed because he has a funny Goddard scoundrel type voice that I don’t think fits his writing.