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1.) Hi, my name is Liz and I shouldn't be allowed to talk to famous people. EVER. Really, it would just be better for everyone.
It wasn't that bad, just a series of very weird little moments. Talking to David Sedaris is very much like talking to an old maiden aunt in pearls who has a quick mind and, while generous to a fault, has already decided that you're a bit of a nit because you're her nephew Arnold's boy and he's nothing but a Republican and an accountant, for the love of gawd. It. was. surreal. He asked me over and over and over if I'd met Obama and finally I said "yes" just to change the subject. (YES. I LIED TO THE FAMOUS AUTHOR MAN. I AM SCUM.) But it allowed him to deliver his punchline, so he was happy. I was bewildered. Still am, actually.
Speaking of surreal, just for giggles and to amuse me (you know you want to), when you respond to this post, finish this sentence:
"When you are engulfed in flames..." (<--- which, by the way, is the title of Sedaris' latest book)
Or start with something as in "The world is a bright and cheery place when you are engulfed in flames."
2.) Irving Penn died yesterday. He was 92, but apparently missed the memo that he was supposed to stick around another decade or so.
3.) I had no idea Spike Jonze was from Rockville. Good thing he didn't go back there and waste another year, eh R.E.M.? Retrospective at MoMA. Looking forward to "Where the Wild Things Are" now because the constant promotion of it has pummeled me into submission.
4.) Hanging out at home tonight, getting ready for the weekend. All I have to do is pack, get my bike stuff together, have a bit of dinner (Spanish eggplant roasted with salad topped with purple peppers), clean the kitchen and get some sleep, but something tells me I'll find a way to bollocks that up even so. Xp
5.) Read this story, read the bit from his blog and tell me what you think. Was his freedom of speech curtailed? Is he an idiot for getting bent over $3?
It wasn't that bad, just a series of very weird little moments. Talking to David Sedaris is very much like talking to an old maiden aunt in pearls who has a quick mind and, while generous to a fault, has already decided that you're a bit of a nit because you're her nephew Arnold's boy and he's nothing but a Republican and an accountant, for the love of gawd. It. was. surreal. He asked me over and over and over if I'd met Obama and finally I said "yes" just to change the subject. (YES. I LIED TO THE FAMOUS AUTHOR MAN. I AM SCUM.) But it allowed him to deliver his punchline, so he was happy. I was bewildered. Still am, actually.
Speaking of surreal, just for giggles and to amuse me (you know you want to), when you respond to this post, finish this sentence:
"When you are engulfed in flames..." (<--- which, by the way, is the title of Sedaris' latest book)
Or start with something as in "The world is a bright and cheery place when you are engulfed in flames."
2.) Irving Penn died yesterday. He was 92, but apparently missed the memo that he was supposed to stick around another decade or so.
3.) I had no idea Spike Jonze was from Rockville. Good thing he didn't go back there and waste another year, eh R.E.M.? Retrospective at MoMA. Looking forward to "Where the Wild Things Are" now because the constant promotion of it has pummeled me into submission.
4.) Hanging out at home tonight, getting ready for the weekend. All I have to do is pack, get my bike stuff together, have a bit of dinner (Spanish eggplant roasted with salad topped with purple peppers), clean the kitchen and get some sleep, but something tells me I'll find a way to bollocks that up even so. Xp
5.) Read this story, read the bit from his blog and tell me what you think. Was his freedom of speech curtailed? Is he an idiot for getting bent over $3?
