Only baseball fans (esp. Giants fans) will care, but Matt Cain just threw a perfect game against the Astros. Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those live before, certainly not by a Giant.
Always one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems, but I get it much more deeply now than I did when I was younger and (even more) self-obsessed.
“I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us–don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!”
My children are old enough now that they’ve graduated from “crazy” to “wildly eccentric.”
Another 12 pages of HAPPY HOUR IN HELL today. I have crossed the 400 page point and am moving into the final downhill tumult of the story. I have spent a great deal of time in Hell lately. It will be nice to make my way back out again.
Saturday. A day that used to MEAN something. Like, cartoons.
Determined for once to see a movie while it’s still in the theaters, Boy and I dodged through the Prometheus first-nighters and saw Avengers. The comic book nerd in me was thrilled. Great, great fun. Best Hulk Smash scene EVER.
I pity the foo’ who said there are no good autotunes. Preach, Brother Fred.
Was sorry to hear about Bob Welch, ex of Fleetwood Mac (pre-Buckingham/Nicks) who apparently took his own life.