It took me one whole day of not speaking at all, plus two more days of not speaking so much to fully recover from Sister #4’s Thanksgiving visit. Also, it should be noted, that most of the speaking since Thanksgiving has been in debriefing from Sister #4’s visit. As you can see, I don’t do well with people invading my space for long periods of time. Especially when those people don’t do anything but sit on my couch and ask…
Last night as the clock raced toward one a.m. I wanted to pull a Fred Flintstone, propping up my heavy eyelids with a couple of toothpicks. I was so close. A mere forty-thirty-twenty pages from the end of The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. It’s a big book, 771 pages. I don’t often commit to big books because I’m a slow, impatient reader with a short attention span. Big books often annoy me with their bloated, unnecessary authorial masturbation (this is…
If Rob Lowe’s memoir is the biggest, best issue of Tiger Beat ever, then Gavin Edward’s Last Night at the Viper Room: River Phoenix and the Hollywood He Left Behind is the saddest. River Phoenix was a beautiful, doomed neo-hippie with a heart full of music, hopes of saving the world, and a hardcore drug habit he was intent on hiding. It’s hard to believe it’s been twenty years since the twenty-three-year old actor died outside of the Johnny Depp-owned…
The sun is shining. Even when it’s cold as fuck out, I need the sun. My internal clock is set to the light and when it’s grey all day long I can’t ever tell what time it is by looking out the window. This makes me feel groggy all damn day. Yesterday was that day. Lunch was cancelled. I haven’t seen my FFJ for about 73 years & my craving for pad thai is so great it might crush me…
Remember how I used to chronicle my super-mundane Sundays? Well fear not, lovers of the humdrum, It’s Sunday & I’m Boring is back, packed with more boring than ever before! Today started early, 8 a.m., at least it felt early because I didn’t get up until 9:46 yesterday. Ostensibly I got up early to grocery shop and put some soup in the crock and clean up my house before Sister #4’s Thanksgiving arrival. However, upon stumbling downstairs I was lured…
The thing I love about reading books by Kurtis Scaletta (who you should know is a friend of mine), is that they zap me back in time to when it seemed my only responsibility and the only thing I wanted to do was read the book in my hand. His books make me read while eating, read while “watching” TV, and read way late into the night so I can find out what happens. Today his latest The Winter of…
