@farmerman,
I think of books effemm as the only saving grace in life. You wouldn't dare read the stuff I read nor read it how I do. I don't consume books. A few fall apart on me, Spengler for example, or Frank Harris. Tom Jones too.
In the last few weeks I've read Ms Pullar's Consuming Passions, about food, and her biog of FH, Spengler's bits on Jesus, Darwin, Money and Number, Iain Crawford's The Profumo Affair, Ronald Hingley's biog of Checkov, Selected writings of Wilhelm Reich, The History of Women's Underwear, and parts of Art of the Western World, Neumann's The Great mother and consultations with enough to make this list too long to continue. I'm half way through Jonathan Cott's collection of Dylan interviews Dylan on Dylan.
I have a lot of books. I've been book mad since I was about 8. I see VIZ, our adult comic, which I don't recommend, and TV from infra to ultra.
My current big idea is that women are becoming chastened as a result of finding out that ceiling busting is not the wonderful idea that a number of ceiling busters, mainly corruptly recruited ones, had made it out to be.
Try Henry Miller's Opus Pistorum sometime when you're feeling like you need loosening up.
The pub is also a mine of scientific info if you have the background to understand it. So is A2K.
We spent a couple of nights in the pub studying the brand names of the wide range of alcoholic offerings and sex is the subtext. There's a beer called Abbey Well would you believe. We condescended that Budweiser had no sexual undertones.
I work as well. Not a lot but enough.