Meanwhile, on the thesis front, I am having trouble writing a crucial final speech that some would say will make or break the book. No pressure right? Luckily I NEVER overthink things. I’m just waiting for it to come to me in my sleep and translate directly onto the dictation machine I have hooked up to one of the several Alphasmarts I keep on my bedside table.
Also, I’m in NYC visiting Ramsey who, last night, informed me that his popularity with women is “cresting”. I’m not sure how to interpret that. I did, however, just see a woman made almost entirely of plastic wearing boots that went up to her thighs. Take that, classiness!
Two final thoughts:
One: I just read a very insightful and interesting analysis on the weird, self-perpetuating marriage between celebrities and the paparazzi in the Atlantic Monthly called “Shooting Britney” (I read the Atlantic, NBD!). It’s by David Samuels, a fantastic writer, and it allows people like me–who pretend like I’m too high-minded, literary, and above-the-fray to “slum” by reading about celebrities in US and InTouch and the like– to read about celebrities and the like (it’s okay since it’s in the Atlantic!). It’s also disturbingly surreal. You can find it here: http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200804/britney-spears
Sidenote: (I also read The New Republic! I’m so nuanced!)
Two: I’m officially retiring the music of 1998. I think i’ve maxed out the usefulness of Sister Hazel and the Offspring. I’ve opted to back the music bus up another ten years to 1988. Get excited.
Enjoy whatever nuanced joys your weekend brings. We’ll continue our friendship on Tuesday.