Almost Famous

First of all, I have to address an old post. It seems my little blog about pre-conception and what a joke it is has inspired a multitude of comments. I can't say I'm all that surprised, since next to the death penalty a woman's uterus is something that everyone has an opinion about. Anyway, I'm all for hosting this blog as a forum for debate but to those of you who disagree with my pro-choice lifestyle: no one ever got very far with changing my opinion by calling me a slut. You have every right to disagree with me, but I am certainly not going to be posting comments that offer no legitimate argument other than to call me names. To sum up, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. To those of you who agreed with me, either in email or through a post, thanks for justifying my ranting. Next time I have a subject on which to rant (ahem, I'm looking at the clusterfuck that is Iraq), I'll be sure to post to all. Yay!

Secondly, please allow me to address my title. Last week was a pretty stressful week when it came to work. There were a multitude of stories that popped up out of nowhere and I had gotten used to a routine. But then, on Thursday, one of the busiest of all these days, my car stalls. I'm freaked out; I'm convinced my 2-year-old car will be with me no more. So, I do what any person who knows nothing about cars does, I take it to the shop and hope I don't get ripped off. Anyway, while my car is in the shop getting its oil changed and searching for other things for which to charge me, I need to get to interviews, so what do I do? I bum rides off of my co-workers like they have nothing else to do but cart me around town. All of this reminds me of another hero/mortal enemy: Cameron Crowe. I read recently in Rolling Stone that he was so ambitious that he started his journalism career before he got his license. Being slightly more savvy than I, he bummed rides off of interview subjects to keep the conversation going. Nonetheless, I think it's a bond that puts me closer to rock journalism stardom.

Third, a quick note to all my friends: Shayna, Casey, Quada, Jen, Stephanie and of course, Dad, I owe all of you some major phone time. I haven't really felt like talking. There's nothing bad but as you can tell my from my absence in posting, there's very little that is exciting. Sure, I could tell you about my cooking venture this week or my knitting project or perhaps the documentary I just watched, but I doubt that those are half as interesting as a shot of vodka and Animals Close-Up with a Wide-Angle Lens. Then again, maybe I shouldn't be so self-absorbed. Maybe you all (okay, who am I kidding, you all do) lead more interesting lives and would like to share your experiences with me.

Lastly, I'm trying to get on a reading kick, but in the immortal words of Belle & Sebastian, "I spent the summer wasting / the sky was blue beyond compare." I barely make it through magazines let alone actual books. That being said, I have FINALLY finished Fargo Rock City, which in all fairness since May I've had to read all of 15 pages that are pretty light reading. I have also just read The Polysyllabic Spree essays by Nick Hornby. One thing is we do read (or intend to read) a lot of the same books. The other is that his books have gotten continually more mediocre since About a Boy so he better have one good thing going. The book mostly made me realize that there's no point in reading books. This is because out of the vast number of books we read, fairly few stick with us and even if they do, we only remember vaguely what they're about. At least that's how it is for me. I do have the noble ambitions of reading Marvel 1602 and Three Nights in August this month. If I get even more ambitious, I may pick up Founding Brothers. Despite this realization, I think I'm going to head off to half.com, buy some books I can't afford, drink some Stoli Blueberry Vodka and watch Animals Close-Up with a Wide-Angle Lens.

Catch ya later, Bill and Ted!