But there’s tons of stuff worth reading on the internet today.
1. What? Even more evidence that people who lie for you with lie to you? I am shocked. Shocked, I say. Honestly, is there anything in U.S. history that starts “I’m sure it will be fine if there are some Indians buried around here” that ends well?
2. Yeah, I get it. Mike Curb has a lot of clout and he might not be a great guy. But I can’t forget that he used that clout to ensure that Belmont straightened up–so to speak–on gay issues.
3. I don’t know if it’s just me, but I think something about Peter Cooper’s writing has really… I don’t know. He’s always been great. But he seems looser and more relaxed lately in a way I really enjoy and I loved this story about “Wagon Wheel.”
4. I thought this whole piece about Stephen Glass was really good, but man, I laughed out loud to see him making almost $200,000 for a book that sold less than 5,000 copies. And it was not a laugh of “Way to go.” It was the nervous laugh of someone who’s really glad to not be anyone involved in that equation.
5. Children’s drawings painted realistically. Amazing.
6. Do you know these brave women from Pearl Harbor? It’s wild how much they look like they could be my friends. They just don’t register as “old fashioned” to me. And yet, if those women are still alive, they’re the age of my grandma–90.
7. It’s weird to me that people can belong to a club, go there I presume regularly, and somehow not notice that there aren’t any black people. Every other part of this story I understand, but how you could be one of the people who wants the club to admit black people and yet not notice that their word that they were admitting black people seems to be false? I do not get it.
8. The Boners this year are good. I’d forgotten a lot of these stories.
9. I actually read this interview with Exene Cervenka a few days ago, but I can’t stop thinking about the last bit of it where she basically says that being a woman artist and being married are incompatible. I think what she’s getting at is kind of two-fold–that being an artist requires a kind of selfishness that is hard for a woman to maintain if she’s married and that straight men, no matter how great, have certain expectations for how women should behave when married that can make being an artist difficult. I don’t know if I wholeheartedly buy either of these things, but I do know I have a lot more time than my married friends to devote to writing and reading and I do think I’ve become… not selfish, exactly, but set in my ways in ways that… I don’t know. It’s hard to talk about. Let me see if I can be vague enough about this to feel comfortable. I’ve spend time with a guy or two who I really adored and who seemed to be wonderfully cool with me and yet, there seems to always come a point where I feel like they’re mad at me because I’m not doing the emotional work they’re used to having done for them by women they’re close to. And it causes problems. And maybe that is selfish of me. I don’t know. Anyway, obviously, it got me thinking.