What I’m reading: I tried Richard Flanagan’s novel, The Unknown Terrorist, but quit after 35 pages. I don’t know how to put it exactly, but the prose itself was hateful. I really don’t get the Kundera pastiche in the first 2 pages, either. Anyway, life’s too short for shitty novels, so I’ll stick with Montaigne for the moment.
What I’m listening to: A new Mad Mix I just finished putting together.
What I’m watching: Finishing up season 2 of Arrested Development.
What I’m drinking: Blue Point’s Toasted Lager and my above-standard G&Ts.
What Rufus is up to: No hike this week, due to snow! Aaiee!
Where I’m going: Nowhere in particular.
What I’m happy about: Getting birthday wishes from a bazillion friends and my family yesterday. Thanks, everybody! I hope 38 is as fun as 37 was!
What I’m sad about: That my uncle in Israel is likely going to need bypass surgery. This means that Dad and both of his brothers have needed this procedure. Looks like I better add red wine to my What I’m drinking section. (Oh, and the Giants lost to the Eagles. Grr.)
What I’m pondering: Whether Sting knows how bad he looks.
(AP Photo/NBC,Paul Drinkwater)