Happy 4th! Remember, America is the greatest or we’ll punch you! Yeah!
(Actually, I’m pretty fond of my country, all in all. Go us!)
I can’t believe I actually just wasted five minutes of my life arguing that Obama probably isn’t a Marxist. It’s like talking to breakfast cereal.
“WHY is Obama a Marxist?”
“Snap. Crackle. Pop!”
“But those aren’t reasons.”
“Pop. Snap. Crackle. And so are you.”
One never knows about other people’s marriages, but I have a strange feeling Katie Holmes is going to be enjoying her life a lot more in the next couple of years.
It’s a useful reminder of technology’s sway over our lives that when my internet connection and computer are balky, like today, I keep wanting to punch reality in the face.
I think I’d like to be writer in residence in a quiet bar with good food. Like as an actual job. I’d just sit there and be the quiet background noise as I typed out people’s short requests for disquisitions or stories on various themes. Every now and then I’d lean into the mike and call out dedications.
“This story about one of my animals, but written in the style of Chuck Palahniuk, goes out to Mindy and Karl. Thanks, guys. Yeah, just tuck it right in the jar, there.”
I’m in a quiet, calm late night mood again tonight, at least in terms of the music I feel like listening to (and sharing.)
All that you’re loved
Is all that you own.
- Tom Waits, “Take It With Me”
So long as we’re in this particular (very nice) groove…voilá.
Just had a sudden urge to hear this song, thought I’d share it with you.
NBA draft tonight. I’m all excited. I almost like the draft better than the actual season, for some reason. I guess because it’s all about possibility.