Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances


Sunday, November 21, 2004

Yeah, it’s the Sunday Seven. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. This is a free country, more or less. Assuming you’re not perusing Writeright from Sweden, or some semi-socialist place like that, where taxes are so high it’s a very expensive country.

1) What are you wearing?

Black t-shirt with red circle on the front bearing the words “Mind The Gap” and “London, England” (bought last August at the Tower of London, which son Joe and I visited after riding the London subway from Paddington to the banks of the Thames; for folks who have never ridden the London subway, “mind the gap” is what a smooth recorded voice often reminds passengers as a train pulls into a station, so they won’t stumble over the opening between the car and the platform and spill their fish and chips.); blue jeans; white Nike sox (Phil quit, egads!); sweat boots; my old glasses because I fell asleep on the couch last night watching a football game and bent the hell out of my new ones; a pair of black metal handcuffs (my son Mickey gave them to me for Christmas last year, and in the spirit of post-modernist Paul Auster characters who do quirky things out of misdirected and obsessive curiosity, I decided to see if I could type while wearing them. My typing is atrocious WITHOUT handcuffs, so it’s kind of hard to tell if they are impeding me or not, but I can tell they cut my wrists, so I am taking them off now. Besides, we wouldn’t want an episode resembling that Stephen King book where the wife lets the husband handcuff her to the bed for kinky sex and he then keels over dead from a heart attack, leaving her at the mercy of marauding feral dogs. Heh, heh, heh.).

2) What are you reading?

I just started reading the Robert Stone novel “Bay of Souls,” but that last sentence makes me think maybe I should switch to something by Stephen King. Or Richard Laymon. Heh, heh, heh.

3) What’s for dinner?

Pumpkin pie? I saw three gehugeous cans of pumpkin in the kitchen a few minutes ago. I suspect, however, that’s aimed at Thanksgiving, which my family will observe in Bend, Oregon, this year, so my mother and brother can be part of the hilarity. Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house . . . and all that.

4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?

I finished cleaning the pantry! A man can now walk in there without choking on remodeling dust or having his face glommed by spiderwebs like the spaceship crewman in the first “Alien” movie.

5) What’s bugging you?

Ducks lose, Ducks lose, Ducks lose. Oregon State bombed my alma mama, the University of Oregon, 50 to 21 yesterday in the their annual football grudge match. My sister-in-law Patsy, who is an Oregon State alum and a diehard Beaver believer, tried to dig up tickets to the sold-out game in Corvallis so Cookie Jean and I could attend with her and husband Gary, but she was unsuccessful. Thank god. It was bad enough to watch on TV, but at least I didn’t have to listen to Patsy gloat. By the by, my Uncle Milan used to run a grocery store near Autzen Stadium in Eugene where many UO coaches shopped, and he tells me Oregon defensive coordinator Nick Aliotti is “a real nice guy” who shouldn’t be fired. I say, Milan, wise the hell up! This is about the sixth successive season Aliotti’s defenses have screwed up for the Ducks, including the one when they should have played for the national championship but lost to Stanford despite scoring three touchdowns.

6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Corvallis, I guess. Or maybe Philomath. That’s suburban Corvallis, and Patsy’s hometown. Or Blodgett, which is suburban Philomath, featuring three mailboxes, an old yellow dog and an abandoned gas station.

7) What’s it all about, Dave?

As French novelist Marcel Proust (who was so hypersensitive he lined his room with cork so he couldn’t hear noise from the street and then refused to get out of bed) pointed out:

"All the great things we know have come to us from neurotics. It is they who have founded religions and created great works of art."

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