I have a couple of things to discuss today.
1. Wow, look at that run from last night, how do I get SO slow? To me, it feels like I’m cruising through the whole run, but man…shoot. I’m almost stopped at some point it looks like. However, I am proud because last night was just supposed to be an “easy” run and it ended up feeling so good, I just kept running and boom! 2.5 miles. Rock.
2. John made the most delicious French silk pie. So good. Dark chocolate. So good. I’m shoving the thing in my face, eating it like I was starving. Then, after I have chocolate all over my face and I’m smiling and telling him how impressed I am with the French silk pie, he tells me it’s made with TOFU. Yes. Tofu. I’ve always been against tofu for a variety of reasons (I prefer my protein in meat form) but this was DELICIOUS. No sugar, no eggs, no butter (maybe an egg, I can’t remember) but holy shite! You would never know. Not ever. Do it, make this, John made it with dark chocolate and I have a funny feeling its better with the dark chocolate, but man…DO THIS.
3. The finale of Damages is on tonight, I’m very excited. What I’m not excited about is that suddenly, out of the woodwork, all the reviewers are talking NOW about how great it is..now? This from Mo Ryan at the Trib, “Still, I’d rather a TV drama overestimate my mental abilities than treat me like a moron, and “Damages” was one enjoyable ride. Close gave a typically galvanizing, crafty performance — you never knew where Patty’s loyalties lay or how much she was manipulating those around her. Danson was nothing short of a revelation as Frobisher. Everybody knows he’s one of the finest comic actors around, but who knew he’d be so sensational in a dramatic series?” Let’s just hope it comes back okay, because…seriously, this is good TV.
4. I just finished my next book in my Pulitzer Prize winning list and that book is Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri. Now, I’m going to come across as some kind of asshole over here, but you know what? It’s my damn blog right? I really, really don’t like short stories. I’m sorry, I just don’t. Just as I’m getting into one story, BOOM, it ends, usually with no resolution, they just end. By the end of Lahiri’s book (which is beautiful, I’m not THAT dumb), I was so bored reading these tiny stories, so tired, I know I couldn’t even read one more of them. I so much prefer something I can sink my teeth into, get totally caught up in, and feel the characters over a certain amount of time. I’m impressed that she can make me care about them in 10 pages, but then…she just leaves them, drifting out in the world, which is neat, but it seemed like each story ended like that. I just….I like literary closure.
5. Alright, I’m going to say one more thing that might cast me as an asshole.
I’ve stopped reading Zulkey. Yup. Stopped, altogether. I took a class with her once, she was amazing, her site is amazing, what she’s done is amazing and she is an inspiration to many of us that write almost daily and get a rush out of blogs, but man…it just all seems like one note now, like I know what bit she’s going to pull before she pulls it. I don’t know…maybe I’ll take a break and come back to her, but for now. I’m done.
That is not to say I’m done with Dooce, because I love Dooce and she made me cry the other day with her story…so…yay chick bloggers!
Including me. Most of all me.
5 comments:
I hate short stories, too! I have specifically avoided reading "Interpreter of Maladies" because I really loved "The Namesake" and wanted to keep that feeling. Anyway, you should definitely read "The Namesake" if you haven't already. And whatever you do, don't see the movie after you've read it! They don't even have the movie taking place in the same state as the book, for crying out loud. Awful, just awful.
Which class?
And yeah, you know actually, I agree with you in some ways although it pains me. I waver between shutting it all down and just posting sporadically, when I've got something really to say.
AHA! You got me. I never figured you'd actually read my lil old blog.
It was a class on blogging, there were like...6 of us maybe? Some building downtown, through media bistro. You sat and talked to us and told us neat stuff.
Believe me, there are days when I have nothing to say either,and its a struggle to write.
Shoot, now I'm flushed. And horrified.
It's all thanks to Technorati. That's the Internetz for you.
ah yes, I can't believe you were in that class! I was so nervous.
Anyways, no worries. I once got an angry email from Billy Bush after writing something nasty about him online and your thing was actually, you know, based on real observation.
I'm hoping I'll bring back the goods once I'm done with this thesis project but who knows, sometimes I wonder if I have David Sedaris syndrome, IE I had a lot more to write about when I had less going on career-wise. (I'm not comparing myself to Sedaris though, other than height-wise).
Billy Bush...hee. Can't say as I blame you there.
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