Semi-random thoughts that I started while the girls were asleep and Eli watched South Park last night but I forgot to post until today
The following is self-indulgent, self-referential, and self-involved. In other words, it’s a blog post.
I don’t eat much candy, so I don’t have much of a chance to read candy wrappers. But it’s Halloween, and the side of the Milky Way package says it “may include peanuts.” May? Don’t you think they should know what’s in the candy?
I can’t stop listening to “Ordinary People.” It’s way too short. Neil, is there a longer version?
Reading while writing is dangerous. I just finished Jane Smiley’s Ten Days in the Hills. It’s got lots of talking and lots of sex and, surprise surprise, the fiction I’m working on now has much more talking and more sex than it did a few weeks ago. It’s hard — for me, at least — not to have my writing be infected by something good I’m reading. I shouldn’t read at a time when I’m trying to write.
Forget “Ordinary People.” I can’t stop listening to “I’m Not There.” Having the legendary song liberated from decades of bootlegs hasn’t robbed it of any of its dark allure. Until this week, it was certainly Dylan’s greatest unreleased song. Now I’m wondering whether it’s one of his greatest, period.
And, in the spirit of randomness, let me leave you with the amusing/pathetic/whatever image of the Sex Pistols on The Tonight Show: