Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances
Monday, January 17, 2005
So I missed doing the Sunday 7 two weeks in a row. So shoot me. I apologize to my readers (both of you) for the lackadaisical attitude. I’ll try to make up for it today with the -- ta da! -- Monday 8.
1) What are you wearing?
Pink silk camisole, black thong panties, black patent leather stiletto heels, a seductive smile.
2) What are you reading?
“I Was Howard Hughes,” a novel by Steven Carter, in which he offers a quirky take on a biographer who sets out to write about Hughes and becomes obsessed with what he thinks are similarities between himself and The Aviator. Saw Scorsese’s flick a couple weeks ago and enjoyed it, so . . .
3) What’s for dinner?
Toasted crab and cheese sandwiches.
4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?
A little Illinois literary rag, the North Central Review, printed one of my dynamic poems. I publish, therefore I am.
5) What’s bugging you?
I popped the waist button off a pair of dress slacks when I tried to don them the other day. This is disturbing, depressing and -- what? Motivating? Will I actually resume exercising and watching my food intake? Naaaah . . . I’ll just stay disturbed and depressed.
6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
7) What’s it all about, Dave?
As philosopher Soren Kierkegaard said: "Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth, look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment."
8) How does the Monday 8 differ from the Sunday 7?
It contains eight questions instead of seven.