I was reading some of your comments about watching cable-news coverage of the plane crash, and reflecting that this was one breaking-news story I didn’t watch live. I guess it was a conscious decision, except that it was one of those days when it didn’t seem worth spoiling a lovely summer evening to watch cable news.
And based on what some of you were saying about the bleating idiots doing standups on a weekend plane crash, I’m glad I did.
I wonder if it’s the summer that’s doing it. I feel every day passing, and I’m less likely to say, sure, let’s watch the plane crash. It seems so much more efficient to check the NYT for the important facts, feel briefly bad for the people on the plane, and then not miss Wolf Blitzer, et al, repeating the same old bullshit.
Is this how normal people do it? I should try to be more normal.
Today wasn’t one of those magical summer days, unless you enjoy thunderstorms, which I do, but not that much. Alan came home sick, and it rained. I stared at a blinking cursor, and didn’t get out for a bike ride. Which means?
This is a wonderful story, as Hank noted in his recommendation, one that starts as one thing and ends as something else. Miss Teen America goes out for a wilderness camping trip. Read and enjoy.
So, a bunch of people saw “Louder Than Love” over the weekend, and afterward a Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame guy suggested a Kickstarter to save the building. Poisonous nostalgia strikes again.
R rated, but only words, and funny ones: The comment section for every article ever written about intimate grooming.
Weiner-Spitzer. Because Weiner-Spitzer.
Sorry for the lameness. Didn’t sleep well last night. I plan to sleep fabulously tonight.