03:43:05 Monday October 18 2004
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Another weekend spent. I went out with Terry and crew on Friday. I ran into Hanson and Holly both in one evening. The only way it could have been weirder is if I had run into mcgb or Meg. I suppose it is to be expected on homecoming weekend.

On Saturday I went out with Wanke, Scott, and Cretia. Wanke was kind enough to front me the money for admission and drinks. Otherwise there is no way I could have afforded to go out. We saw Holly again and discovered that she is indeed a dancing machine.

So the long overdue review of Penn Jillette's Sock: This is a very fun book. The writing is clever, the characters (even the minor ones) are interesting, and it is chocked full of pop culture references. However in the interest of fair warning I should point out that the book is told from a militantly atheist point of view. When I started reading I thought that the whole premise of "A murder mystery as narrated by the atheist sock monkey of a NYPD SCUBA diver" was just a gimmick. For most of the book it is. However, at the end he not only pushes the atheism button, but he leans on it. An example:

Faith is the enemy. Faith and hope say it'll be okay. There is emptiness and hopelessness and pain and suffering, and faith can mask the pain, but faith can't really take it away. It's an anesthetic, not a cure. It won't really be okay. We're all going to suffer and die. It's going to get worse. But it's also a great ride. Fight the faith. When you want something to be true so badly that you can feel it, that is the time to question. Oh, faith feels good, the heroin of the born-again. The E of the higher power. The dope of a sock monkey.