Monday, May 16, 2011
Go To Bed
we shall call it a hike.
I did a review of Jean Kwok's "Girl In Translation" for Blogher here. I don't know what I was thinking when I titled it, except that the folks at blogher suggested we use "compelling" and "enticing" titles and apparently, to me, "compelling" and "enticing" equals "arrhythmic, clunky and nonsensical". I swear I didn't write the review while smoking crack. Just the title.
I just stopped by to share the above. I gotta go now. I'm feeling a little deflated, like your boobs when you lose weight or your milk flow stabilizes. I blame Oprah, and not the fact that I spent the whole weekend socializing. I'm sorry for being empty-brained and gormless.
Look, I've been trying to think of something amusing or redeeming to say for a long, maybe, seven minutes now and I got nothing. Once in a book by a dying man, I read that it's better to be earnest than to be hip, or maybe clever, or it could have been ironic? I'm pretty sure his point was death to hipsters/we all are hipsters. Or something. But then Tina Fey said, whenever you can, avoid the salmon foam--no wait, it was 'whenever you can, just go to bed'. Anyway the point is, here's earnest:
I am Vesuvius and it's 9:07 and I'm going to bed.
Posted by Vesuvius At Home at 10:47 PM
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That's OK. I LOVE the pictures, and they are *enough* during this little temporary dry spell :-)ReplyDelete