Jennifer is just as beautiful at 37 as she was at 36. . . .
David Sedaris writes frequently for The New Yorker, which is a great and fascinating magazine. My mom and Jennifer & Stepan like him quite a lot, and we recently read one of his books for our bookgroup. I usually find his work interesting, enjoyable, often drily humorous, but missing a spark for me, somehow.
This week, however, I got him. Completely. In writing for The New Yorker's Shouts & Murmurs column, he had the following:
"I look at these people [those proclaiming themselves to be undecided at this late date in the campaigns] and can't quite believe that they exist. . . . Are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. THe flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. 'Can I interest you in the chicken?' she asks. 'Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?'
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I mean, really, what's to be confused about?"
I'm with David on this. Anyone who is undecided at this point is not using all of their available brain cells.
I keep looking at the headline of an article on salon.com that says "The time for choosin's comin' real soon", and it's been botherin' me (ha ha) for a couple of days now. Finally I have figured out that Sarah Palin sounds just like either Randall Flagg from The Stand or Greg Stillson from The Dead Zone (both books written by Stephen King). The latter comparison I read in someone else's article a few weeks ago, so I am not the only one to whom this similarity has occurred.
Stephen King must be truly freaked out at the moment, seeing one of his characters come to life in front of his very eyes.