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<\/i> (by Evelyn Waugh) on the train today and started GUFFAWING at the whole scene where there’s a one-night-only Communist Revolution in Ishmaelia. I think this is one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. I put it down for a while because I started reading two other books – one about the carpet-makers in ancient Persia and one about the tribal divisions in Darfur. Awesome light reading, as you can see. A laugh riot those Tunjur and Masalit! They’re all such cards. I had started Scoop<\/i> a while back and immediately fell in love with it. Absolutely hilarious send-up of journalism. Genius. I’ll post some excerpts later.<\/p>\n— Congratulations, Jackie! WHOO-HOO!!!<\/p>\n
— Meeting David tonight for drinks. I rarely say this – but I sure could use a drink today.<\/p>\n
— On the treadmill today at the gym. My iPod was blaring but I was also watching the Maury Povich show – which was on one of the TV screens in my view. I wasn’t really watching it at first, but eventually I found myself sucked into the melodrama. It was some paternity test show, which at first horrified and disgusted me. I found myself thinking, as I pounded away up my incline, “Girls, there’s this little thing called birth control. It is an AWESOME invention. It is not infallible, no, and there can be mistakes – but you really should use it ANYway. Just a tip.” I was scowling at the TV, disturbed by the histrionics, the self-righteous shouting of the teen moms, the slouching baby-daddys who want NO part of the baby had by the ho he can’t even remember. I JUDGED Maury Povich for hosting such a disgraceful show. And then by the end, whaddyaknow, I was in tears because that one couple really seemed to love each other, and they had broken up and gotten back together … and she had a baby … and they weren’t sure whose it was … and he was crying about how he loved her, and he would love the baby anyway, and she was crying with mascara streaks coming down, and she looked kind of pretty even with the unfortunate gap-tooth, and I felt that they loved each other, and I wanted it to work for them, HE was no baby daddy, he was a stand-up guy!, and when they found out the baby WAS his – the two of them jumped up and down, hugging and kissing and carrying on, and I – who had been a TOWERING scowl of judgment 2 seconds earlier, succumbed, and wiped tears of happiness off my face, careening along into my 20th minute on the treadmill, as the Maury credits began to roll. Shameless television manipulation and I participated in it fully. At first against my will, and then wholeheartedly. My stern judgment of the whole thing was no match for the likes of Maury Povich. I caved! Because they loved each other and yay, he was the baby’s daddy! Yay!<\/p>\n
— Then I went and had a sauna so I could calm the fuck down.<\/p>\n
— I was in an elevator with Mike Tyson today. Just me and him. His head is huge<\/i> and it morphs into a massive neck without any indentation whatsoever. The head\/neck is wider than my entire body. It’s HUGE. I mean, I knew he was huge but to see it in person really brought it all home. He had on a dark suit, dark glasses, and he smelled fantastic.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
— There’s something wonderfully incongrous about the melty spring weather and the sight of ice skaters at Rockefeller Center. — I was reading Scoop (by Evelyn Waugh) on the train today and started GUFFAWING at the whole scene where there’s … Continue reading