This is a funny book:
Hehe. And porn for men would be…oh wait.
Proper Chainsawing Attire
This afternoon my little brother Stephen got mad at me because I made him put on shoes when he chainsawed a tree that had fallen across the road. He was walking toward the tree shirtless, barefoot, with a chainsaw in one hand and a can of gas in the other. I said, “No way. Turn around. Put some boots on.” I mean, my parents have broken-down cars in their driveway and a stuffed, roadkill fox in their living room, but I draw the line at barefoot chainsawing.
Mistakes I Have Made
On summer days, do not put your jeans on right out of the dryer.
Iraq & Peru
This morning I was thinking about the earthquake in Peru and the victims of the latest bombings in Iraq, but how do you commemorate tragedy in a blog? People read blogs like this to escape, to be whisked off into someone else’s solipsistic universe. I actually thought of having “a moment of blog silence,” but then my eyes rolled out of my head.
Lame Blog Day
I know that “lame blog” is an oxymoron, since blogs are the definition of cool, but I feel like I haven’t worked very hard at being entertaining today. I apologize to all the minions of people who have left me comments (you know who you are, blood relatives), and who are downloading my blog to their cell phones via RSS feed. Today I was busy shopping for fishing poles, teaching a two-year-old about abstract art, and eating Japanese meat that is boiled in the same plastic bag you buy it in. I also butchered Jason & Jessie’s marzipan wedding cake prototype that costs like $10 a slice. My cake knife hand has a life of its own sometimes – a serial killer’s life. My cake knife hand should be locked up with Charles Manson.
Stephen King on Harry Potter
Stephen King made a great career choice when he started writing a column for Entertainment Weekly. I find him so likable and savvy in his pieces (when I remember to read them). I especially liked this column – The Last Word on Harry Potter. Among other things, King talks about how Rowling’s talent as a writer has evolved in tandem with the fictional growth of her characters. And it’s true – the writing in The Deathly Hallows is worlds better than in The Sorcerer’s Stone. I disagree that Rowling is now on par with Martin Amis – he’s amazing in a totally different way – but yeah, it will be interesting to see what she does next with her newfound talent and public following. I’d like to see her abandon Harry and try something more literary and experimental. Or maybe not. Does the world need another MFA-program-type writer? Lastly, this is a funny Onion article – Final Harry Potter Book Blasted for Containing Spoilers. NO MORE BLOGS ABOUT HARRY POTTER.
Maybe Your Parents Were Married Once
I am cribbing another link from Gawker. Every once in a while, the folks at Gawker stop being snarky and show some genuine, un-ironic human emotion. Today they led me to this article about couples therapy (and marriage in general), because somehow this unaffected comment on the website slipped through the cracks: “Did you read that article in the Times magazine about couples therapy? Poignant, right? I cried at the end. And I had to wonder: is the dream of finding lasting love hopeless?” Reading the article, I got teary too. Perhaps because I was eager to sympathize with the Gawker staff. Perhaps because my own ideas about marriage are still somewhat nebulous. Perhaps because I want to have evidential trust in concepts that probably just come down to faith and work. I wanted to believe that science could heal any marriage, but love transcends science in a really frustrating way. A while ago the Times also did this little piece about “Questions Couples Should Ask (Or Wish They Had) Before Marrying.” And CNN linked to this similar one from Oprah. Journalists (unhappily married?) are obviously trying to heal our nation’s unhappy marriages. Will they be successful? Will that one hipster couple in Williamsburg decide to keep their relationship “open” and not legally binding because of some great article they read in the Times over Sunday brunch? Probably not. People will still get hitched. Sometimes it will work out; sometimes it won’t. Hopefully they can talk about why it’s not working out over a Bloody Mary and some home fries, and not let it fester for too long. Does all this chronicled unhappiness and emotional anguish make the people reading the news online not want to get married to their sweethearts? I doubt it, because the Times (I am sick of italicizing you!) also maintains this section of their daily paper, just begging us naive couples of the world to drop tens of thousands of dollars on string quartets and jumbo shrimp.
How I Motivate Myself to Go Jogging
When I get home, I am allowed to chug chardonnay.