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


Sunday, March 13, 2005

The Sunday 7. Once more, with (or without) gusto.

1) What are you wearing?

Green souvenir t-shirt from last summer’s week-long Idaho Bike Ride, green silk pajama pants, white Nike sox, flipflop slippers.

2) What are you reading?

“The Bear Went Over the Mountain,” a satirical novel by William Kotzwinkle. It’s a hoot! It tells of a Maine bear who finds a novel manuscript and decides to go to New York City and get it published as his own work. He dresses like a human and tries to talk and act like one, too, with minimal success. His interactions with various players on the literary scene -- agents, publishers, critics, publicists, talk show hosts, etc. -- are very funny, as everyone jumps onto his bandwagon in an effort to turn him into “the next Hemingway.”

3) What’s for dinner?

Who cares? I never get anything good to eat anymore. My weight is down by two and a quarter pounds, though.

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

The weather in normally soggy Portland, Oregawn, has been sunny and warm, with temperatures maxing out around 70 degrees day after day. I’ve even quit using my anti-winter depression light. And I washed my car. And my wife’s car. Will ceases never wonder?

5) What’s bugging you?

Jesuit High School, the arch rival of my sons’ Central Catholic High School, won the state basketball championship last night as my youngest, Andy, and I watched on TV. Jesuit, the fatcat private school from suburban Beaverton, won by fielding a team dominated by black kids imported from Portland. Jesuit says it doesn’t recruit, but . . . Oh, well, I did get to see Kevin Love play for the losing team, Lake Oswego High (no slouch in the fat cat department itself). I used to watch Kevin’s dad, Stan, play at the U of Oregon decades ago. Stan was tall, blonde and skinny. Kevin is tall, dark and a major meat. As a high school sophomore, the younger Love is 6-9 and looks like he must weigh a good 260 pounds. But he can jump, move and shoot. He sometimes appeared to be playing on one leg after missing the first half of the season with a knee injury, but still almost beat Jesuit single-handedly. If that knee doesn’t give out on him altogether, he figures to be some college coach’s major recruit in a couple of years. (Listen up, Ernie Kent.)

6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?

Spot, Tennessee

7) What’s it all about, Dave?

I share with you these words from my patron saint, Woody Allen:

"How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?"

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