The mag is out for the month and looks great, as usual. The art direction at that place is endlessly impressive. Plus, Mr. Mann’s Editor’s Letter always makes me laugh. Will post stories tomorrow.
In other news, I’m bailing on my View on Culture Column published monthly in Vancouver View. It’s not worth the effort. Plus, having to explain what an advertorial is becomes more embarrassing by the day. My last column will be also be posted tomorrow, in all its boring glory.
What else? Well yesterday I spent yet another exciting Friday night with a book. This time it was The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio, which may well be the best memoir I’ve read in ages. It’s sweet and straightforward and simple. Exactly what a ‘this is my life’ (or rather, ‘this is my mother’s life’) sort of story should be, and perhaps would be if not for the hordes of literary wannabes who keep churning out memoirs that seem more focussed on displaying a vast vocabulary than on telling a darn story. And more importantly, if not for the editors who eat that crap up. Anyway, I digress. The book was nice.
While reading something else earlier this week, I realized how unfortunate I am to have been born too early to make any real use of the chicklit boom of the past five years. If only this stuff had been around when I was still trying to impress people with my vast cultural knowledge.
Had it been, I would have known, for example, the following handy-dandy quotes:
You will make all kinds of mistakes; but as long as you are generous and true and also fierce you cannot hurt the world or even seriously distress her. – Winston Churchill
What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. – James Joyce
Nothing is too wonderful to be true. – Michael Faraday
There is no such thing as fun for the whole family. – Jerry Seinfeld
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes. – Frieda Norris
When life hands you a lemon, say, “Oh yeah, I like lemons. What else ya got?” – Henry Rollins
As it stands, I’m too old to bother pretending that I care a lick about James Joyce or Winston Churchill, or that I have any idea who Henry Rollins even is. As a result, all I’ve got is a growing rep for cheesy taste, and a $30 copy of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
I’d muster some pride if I could. But I have a party to go to.