Does anybody else get Skype-spam? I do, and when it's not pharmaceutical offers (the dirty teases), it's lusty ladies (the...). My most recent proposition thoughtfully pointed out that perhaps European and American women are too arrogant for me and I need a sweet and caring Russian dame with 'royal blood and royal look.' I can only take that to mean she's got six fingers and a wandering eye, but I could be wrong.
How about this for a good time? On this day in 1950, Salinger's "For Esme--With Love and Squalor" was published in the New Yorker. And Nathanael West's Miss Lonelyhearts was also published, in 1933. I just picked up Miss Lonelyhearts in the bookstore for the first time last Saturday and within pages resolved it to my must-read list. It was heartbreaking. I'm going through a 1930's American lit phase, my to-do's overflowing with Thurber/Hammett/West/Fante/Lewis. I don't know where it's all come from--I never do--but alas, there it is. In the meantime, someone! Quick! Build me a time machine, I've got a dinner party in Connecticut to attend!
Speaking of dinner parties, my roommate has made Lidia Bastianich's 'polenta e fasoi' for dinner (a.k.a., 'beans and sausages with polenta'). It's chock full of bacon and sausage and ohhhhhhhhh red tomatoes and cannellini beans and bay leaves and sea salt. I've been smelling it for an hour and I'm about to chew my arm off with madcrazyhungrydesire. If living with a professional chef has taught me nothing else, it's that I need to marry me a woman who can cook.
And...between that statement and the Russian madames, rumors have officially begun. Awesome.
In other news: the right-handed mirror on Grampa's car has all but fallen off. I don't know how it happened; I just saw it a couple days ago. Don't tell Grampa, though, I fully intend to tape it back on.
It's time for me to depart. The sun has officially set to the point where my desk lamp is required. And Required Desk Lamp Time is a totally different zone than Oh Sweet Dusk Time. And lest my mood and tone shift, rendering all previous ramblings null and void, I should go.
I've missed you.
I'm insulted. I only get spam for my manparts. Apparently they think I need to fix *that* before they get me a royal-looking Russian dame?!? Some nerve.
ReplyDeleteIt's about freaking time! I'd almost given up checking on your blog figuring you intended to take your blog name literally and forever. And then how would I wast-uh, spend- my time? There's only so much i can haz cheezburger a girl can take!
ReplyDeleteI also get skype-spam...along with the ones you mentioned I also get "Buy European Stock" spam...someone mistakenly thinks I have money..haha
ReplyDeleteMissed you!
oh btw...those rumors have been going around for years! ;)
ReplyDeleteyou know, because only "those kind" live in SF. lol!
yay, she's baaaaaack! missed you!
ReplyDeleteit's really only fair to describe food like that if you post a link to the recipe... sounds perfect for this rain
I used to go through lit phases as well. The most interesting one was what I'll call Japanese Surrealism. I think one of titles was Monkey Brain Sushi, but don't quote me.
ReplyDeleteI'm horribly under-read when it comes to the Classics of American and British Literature.