June 2008


I will be out for a few days visiting family in West Virginia.  I have spent a great deal of time there in the past, but not so much lately.  I’m not sure what we are doing during our mini-adventure, but my mom promises that I will get to swim at Summersville Lake.  The last time I remember being there I was a kid and my cousins were swimming and I didn’t have a swimsuit.  My mom let me go in wearing pants and a shirt.  I obviously had the best childhood ever.

Happy birthday to my associate, soon to be for LIFE.  In happiness and with Ely.

In brief:  why the National was the best non-Wilco show I’ve seen in a long while:

1.  The National (the theater) is beautiful.  I have no idea what the history of it is, only that the bathrooms are nicer than any club in general.  Toad’s Place is nice, but this place is not only fancy but has sloped floors.  Duh, why isn’t that everywhere? 

2. The National (the band) not only sounded great, but seemed to have a lot of fun and I liked that all the band members provided chatter.  Richard and I also liked that the singer just sings. 

3. I was surrounded by short girls.  I am on the short side, but I basically had a ring of fifteen-year-old elves ensuring that I could see a concert for once.  It was neat.

4. The crowd was good, it was packed, the kids were singing along, I was closer to the stage than I had been in years.  And it was a Sunday night.  Bravo, Richmond! 

5. I had cold gnocchi waiting for me when we got home from the club in about ten minutes.

 

 

 

Other than autobiographical graphic novels, I have no motivation in finding comics to read.  I will just take what Richard and Nichole hand to me.  They are both into “Fables,” and I’m reading book 5 now.  It’s about a colony of characters (any lore, fairy tale, Disney movie you can think of) who are in exile in New York City.  The Big Bad Wolf is now in human form as Bigby Wolf.  He’s a badass.  “Fables” is a lot of fun and addicting.  My associate has most of them in the collections and not the single issues, otherwise I would sneak them in with my binders at work.  I have been trying to read more now that I have the extra time, but it’s hard to read anything that’s not drawn.  I just finished “The Complete Persepolis.”  The stories are put together differently than the movie, so if you just watched the movie it’s not like you’re getting the same narrative.  I command everyone to read it. 

I’m also delighted that one in two people that we talk to when we bring up comics has any idea what either of us are talking about.  It’s like indulging in comics has been this silent excitement for everyone.  Oh, whoops?  Is that like an unspoken thing to not talk about it?  I don’t know.  Just pile on the books about growing up during wartime or in a funeral home. 

David Sedaris on the James Frey controversy (from Entertainment Weekly):

“His punishment outweighed the crime.  I don’t recall Oprah Winfrey calling George Bush a liar when he was on her show.  And those lies cost thousands of people their lives.”

Every interview I’ve read for Sedaris’ new book questions how true his stories are.  It doesn’t bother me that he would exaggerate anything.  Who’s to say that we tell any story correctly after it happens?  We self edit to make it sound like something worth saying out loud, it doesn’t make anyone a liar.

I like how he handled the same question in Time*:

“I’ve always been a huge exaggerator, but when I write something, I put it on a scale.  And if it’s 97% true, I think that’s true enough.  I’m not going to call it fiction because 3% of it isn’t true.”

That being said, I have no interest in reading his new book.   He must be scraping the bottom of the barrel in musings these days: “Amy had a fake pig snout she wore at church, my boyfriend irons shirts while I paint French barns with bong water and tea bags.”  Whatever!

*My mom gives me her leftover magazines that she bought up with her airline miles.

Or rather, my associate watches it and I just got roped in since we eat cereal together. Matt Lauer is my new favorite person (sorry, Ghandi). He’s funny and his interviews are like sucker punches when you can tell he doesn’t like the person. Also, is there anything more adorable than Ann Curry when Meredith is “on assignment” and she gets to talk to the health expert or whoever has a table of items to display? She’s just so happy not to be at that news desk! Let her free, NBC! Ann Currys need to roam around the Plaza, commenting on what sunscreen is most recommended.

from babble.com