Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Saturday, July 26, 2003 The Pitch: It's Like My Fair Lady meets Brave New World! Starring Carl Jung! ...which is all a fancy way of saying it's George Bernard Shaw's birthday today, as well as Aldous Huxley's, and Carl Jung's. I was trying to come up with a fanciful pop music slant ("Just think, without them, The Police would have never had an album called Synchronicity, The Doors would have been called something else, and--") and that's where I stopped. Does George Bernard Shaw have any ties to pop music (after My Fair Lady which is from 1956?) at all? That's kind of a shame. Shaw was a rebel who loved strong women and was a fervent vegetarian--you'd think maybe Courtney Love or somebody would acknowledge him. He had a good run in his day--I guess there are worse things to happen to a guy after he's gone than not having me be able to fit him into a lazily whimsical idea.Lazy, indeed: there is nothing going on here at work, and there has been nothing for the last seven and a half hours (while I was at lunch, someone manned the desk and continued to do nothing in my absence). I finished Cities of the Plain by Cormac McCarthy (okay, but the weakest of the three books of the Border Trilogy and a really, really light read), Jeffrey Brown's Unlikely (not nearly as flawed as Clumsy nor, oddly, as engaging), dickered around between Kafka's The Castle and Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities (think I'm gonna end up going with Dickens, which is the second time now I've dissed The Castle) and of course, like any monkey with poor self-control, surfed the Web. Ahhh, the Web. Beautiful provider of fact, definition and idea. Ugly succubus of time and attention span. My goal for this week (starting tomorrow) is to write every single day on my off-NaNo project, and I know I can only do this if, when I get up in the morning, I don't turn on my computer but instead go to my writing table and write on beloved Palm'n'keyboard. Because otherwise, I turn on the computer and go to the web to check something, even just my email, and suddenly it's two hours later. The plan, on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday morning is to write in the morning, before I remember there's anything like the Internet and, worse, remember how to get on it. I suck. On the brighter side of things, John and Tracey Gersten brought a son into the world yesterday. Welcome to the Club, Carl, and congratulations to all the happy family members! posted by Jeff Lester | 4:47 PM | |
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