I have a desktop littered with half-blogs that I’ve never managed to post.
Lately it feels more fun and more easy to read what other people have written.
So far, in 2008, I’ve gotten through:

Left To Tell - Immaculee Ilibagiza (an autobiography of a woman who lived through the Rwandad genocide of 1995.)
The Buccaneers - Edith Wharton
Recovery - John Berryman (only the first five chapters)
five issues of The New Yorker
a lot of weekly gazettes

While writing the list I got the urge to finish a few more books before posting this blog. Maybe Proust. But why would I bother trying to compete with Art Garfunkel. Have you ever seen his reading list?

I’ve also watched the first three seasons of Project Runway. Watching that show really makes me feel like I’m getting something done.

My friend came over and played a bunch of cool music for me last night. It was the kind of cool stuff that makes you feel like everyone in the world is off together, having the coolest party and making up the coolest things. And in my mind I certainly wasn’t invited to the party. Art Garfunkel was, of course, invited. He is over there in the corner sipping on a wine cooler, telling Kid Sister what all he read in 1971.