1. My Grandma Doris turned 91 I thought on the 15th, but since there are pictures of her birthday party up on Facebook, I’m wondering if it was the 5th. Anyway, there she is in her jaunty new gardening hat. I wonder if she got her driver’s license for another year. I should call my mom and ask.
2. W. has written a post about what he calls a bridge. I keep looking at it, but I can’t quite make my mind believe that’s a bridge and not a walkway. It’s weird when you realize that you think you have a working definition for something–like “bridge” is just an object that connects two sides of a body of water–but then you realize “No, it has to be in the air!” Anyway, I get why W. thinks this has kind of not yet achieved its goal of not being obtrusive, but I think that, if this becomes a common kind of design at historic sites, it will be.
3. Even writing this post made me laugh so hard I almost couldn’t finish it. I’ll be ignoring the comments, which I recommend for anyone who wants to continue to have a nice day, but I’m still proud of it.
4. This is exactly half right about Franzen. What I mean is that it is exactly right in the direction it’s looking. Franzen is contrasting himself to “Status” writers. This explains so much of what I don’t like about him or his approach. Because I love weird, playful shit. “Let’s see what we can do if every third word has to be ‘blue’.” So this analysis, as far as it goes, I think is exactly spot on and perfect. But it’s only half of the issue. On the other side, we have the Franzen who is too good for Oprah, who wants to write things men will read, who wants to write real books, not like those girly things.
So you see what the real issue is, right? Daddy Bear’s book is too hard. Momma Bear’s book is too soft. Baby Franzen’s book is just right.