Gone is “Tell me about yourself — eh, not so much.”
Whatever happened to ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE THIS? Do you think there is any way I can get this post back? I was correcting a word in the post and hit update. Then I decided to change something else but I must have hit something and the cursor went to the title and as I updated it I noticed it. So I went back to my posts and found the one with no title and went to click on it but my finger slipped and the cursor went to TRASH!!!!
I tried to stop it. There was no warning. Nothing . . . it is gone. Oh well, the title was the best part anyway!!!!
Just words on a page — so why did I feel like Steven Ezra came over and cleaned out my closets while I was on the phone in another room?
Not in the mood to write now. Too traumatized!
UPDATE: Found it in my trash but when I tried to restore it it came back with an error. Then when I looked again it was gone — not in the trash but on the blog. Ah, all is well. Still, I’m not feeling like writing much today. I think I’ll shred . . . papers, that is!
This morning my honey and I had a conversation. It started with a question from me to Drew: “How does this whole Kindle, Nook thing work? Can you buy a book for the Kindle and read it on a Nook?”
“I have a Droid with Nook software. You can download. . . . .” A half hour later, my head spinning, I lovingly interrupted Drew and said probably the only thing that would get him to pay attention and stop chatting: “Are you ready for breakfast? Do you want eggs?”
If the conversation were reversed and Drew asked me the Nook/Kindle question — which would never happen — I would respond in one of three ways: a.) yes, b.) no, c.) not sure. Simple and to the point. Maybe not enough information for some people but it would work for me.
So, anyway, the mention of food stopped him for the moment. I can’t hear much with the exhaust fan over the stove loudly sucking up any hint of smoke and smells. (Sometimes I turn the fan off just so the house can fill up with the aroma of home cooking — imagine baking an apple pie and having the whole neighborhood inhaling the scent while the house smells of . . . nothing!) So I tended to the eggs and toast and Drew read the paper.
But when I sat back down with my morning milkshake, Drew continued, “You know about Apple’s subscription service . . ” Me says, “Books?” He says, “No, music.”
I love him but he needs someone to talk WITH. You know, conversation — which implies two ways.
Weather report today: No surprise — We are off to the city tonight for an outdoor concert at Summerstage in Central Park — Arctic Monkeys. Not only do I get to stand for the entire concert but there is a 50% chance that I will be standing in the pouring rain. Thunderstorms predicted!
Another memoir . . . why do I bother? It’s been about 2 weeks since I mentioned my obsession with trying to read memoirs. Well, to update you on my reading — I haven’t picked up Foreskin’s Lament since my train ride two weeks ago. I know it’s been two weeks because days after I started reading it I stopped in the library and took out Art and Madness: A Memoir of Lust Without Reason. It was a 2 week book. I read 24 pages in 2 sittings. Not much, but I did like the book, I think. As I read it I kept repeating to myself, “I like this book. Finally a book I can get lost in.” Nope, apparently the book got lost on my dining room table (not a hard thing to do) and then I received an email reminder saying the book is due. So that was it. I somehow don’t feel like I need to read it. I might change my mind. But I don’t hear it calling me right now.
Foreskins Lament, however, I’m pretty sure I will finish. Maybe it’s because it’s a paperback and it doesn’t have to be returned to the library and I can throw it in my purse.
New York Times Book Review (5/22/2011) article, Body of Work by Frank Bruni caught my eye. He reviews The Man in the Gray Flannel Skirt by Jon-Jon Goulian. Says Bruni, ” . . . he writes in a rhythmic, proudly florid manner. Frock or no frock, the man knows how to shape a sentence and a paragraph. . . . and he peppers his narrative with engaging chararcters . . .” Maybe have to add it to my memoir list. Wait did he say ‘proudly florid’? Maybe not add it to my list.
Beautiful day, took my 50% off Borders coupon and bought a book, The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry by Jon Ronson — not a memoir and one that Rachel texted me and said she wanted to read. Me from NPR, her from the Daily Show.
We aRe family!