Spam of the day: “Are you clean inside?”
I’m afraid I’ve got a dirty, dirty skeletal system.
Day: November 29, 2006
I have spent my life in conversations with people I have never seen, with people I will never know and I hope to continue until the day I stop breathing.
It’s the only job I’ve ever wanted.
Speaking of Auster, his daughter Sophie is apparently a singer.
If only making books was always this much fun… I might not have called in sick today.
Of course, being sick might have had something to do with that. My parents, my father especially, have been nursing coughs for months*, and I can’t count the number of people who have been sick at the office. And yet all of that passed right over me. It wasn’t until my sister came home for Thanksgiving and brought with her those darn Maryland germs…
But anyway. Feeling a little better, if still somewhat coughy and feverish.
In other book news:
- The Google Book:
FAR! FAR away, the Google lives, in a land which only children can go to. It is a wonderful land of funny flowers, and birds, and hills of pure white heather.
- Got a Kurt Vonnegut story? Tell his biographer.
* Don’t worry, they’ve been to the doctor.