Random musings on a writer's life & times, with occasional input from acquaintances
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Okay, okay. If you insist, I’ll answer the Sunday 7.
1) What are you wearing?
Flip-flop house shoes, white Nike sox, blue Levi’s jeans, my white I-Da-Ho tee shirt with the high-stepping potatoes on the front, green sweatshirt (I can wear green now that the U of Oregon is no longer playing football or basketball; as a loyal alum, I can’t wear school colors on game days because the Ducks always lose when I do -- I’m a reverse luck charm).
2) What are you reading?
“Book Doctor,” a novel by Esther Cohen about a New York woman who “helps” other people write books. I’ve only read a few pages, but it seems amusing in a satirical way. The book reminds me of my newspaper days, when every so often some reader would spot my byline and decide I was just the guy to “polish up” his great raw material into a bestselling book. There was a video-store operator from Redmond, in particular, who had a veritable TREASURY (he assured me) of riotous stories about the video-rental game.
3) What’s for dinner?
Chocolate cake. My son Joe’s birthday was Friday, and we’ve been awash in leftover birthday cake ever since.
4) What’s the best thing that happened this week?
The major league baseball season got into full swing. Our local cable TV company has been offering a week-long free sample of Extra Innings, a pay-package deal that feeds seven or eight big league games a day into your home, so I’ve been pigging out on baseball. I’ve heard Vin Scully call two LA Dodgers games, which is a treat of major proportions. Hearing ol’ Vinny spin his tales and provide his insights -- sans “color man” assistance, thank you -- in that distinctive dry voice is SO much better than listening to Dick Vitale screech or Joe Morgan belabor the obvious. I may even pungle up for the rest of the season package, if I can figure out how to penetrate the cable company’s telephone system.
5) What’s bugging you?
A neighbor jerk is cutting his lawn with a power mower as I write this, deafening and distracting me. I live in a “residential” neighborhood, so I am constantly amazed by the noise level on my block -- mowers, leaf blowers, remodelers’ saws, utility workers’ jackhammers, other machines of vague and sinister origin. What would the neighborhood sound like if it was “industrial”?
6) Where in the world is Carmen San Diego?
Retreat, Wisconsin. It’s quiet there.
7) What’s it all about, Dave?
As poet Rainer Maria Rilke wrote: "It is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be a reason the more for us to do it. To love is good, too: love being difficult.”