Dog heaven is the size of Missouri.
I told him that I had loved Freedom, which is true and would have been a great ending point for our exchange. So it’s difficult to articulate what possessed me, at a later, boozier point in the dinner, to ask Franzen whether he had any weed. In part, I was curious whether he had any. And in part, despite severe fatigue and a mild constitutional dislike of weed, I felt somehow unable not to pursue momentary contact with a half-glimpsed parallel world in which the evening continued in this really different, really mellow way.
SHANNON: Can I borrow your yoga mat
BETHANY: Keep your voice down, I don’t want those boys to know I do yoga
SHANNON: What boys? Who cares?
B: Yoga is a bourgeois activity. Also I feel like a girl doing yoga
S: U are a girl
B: I know
TELEPROMPTER: Hey girls I’m a journalist writing an article about the author of this blog. Mind if I ask a few questions?
TELEPROMPTER: It won’t take a minute.
S: Sure. Go ahead.
TELEPROMPTER: What is your relationship to the administrator/owner of this blog?
B: He my daddy
TELEPROMPTER: Do you have any financial relationship with the owner of this blog?
B: He makes me dinner a lot
S: He buys me lunch sometimes
TELEPROMPTER: Do you have a sexual relationship with the owner of this blog
B: We snuggle
S: It’s not like that
TELEPROMPTER: should children descry etc
B: Aw, you seem tired. Come sit.
S: Sit here next to me. This couch is cool.
TELEPROMPTER: I am feeling tired. It’s facebook. Facebook depletes me.
B: It’s also your diet. And your posture. Have you ever done yoga
S: She’s a yoga fiend!
TELEPROMPTER: I got into yoga for a while. I felt great, but I couldn’t keep with it.
B: The owner of this blog isn’t lazy, but there’s something about him that reminds me of what you say.
S: Yeah, it’s not laziness but there is a kind of lack of backbone or something
B: A caveyness
B: no, cavey. like he starts something and then it gets hard and so he caves.
TELEP: Anything else?
S: I named the network’s printer “harold printer.”, isn’t that cute?
B: i love that
tele: OK thanks gals that’s plenty. here are my lynx:
- stoya reads there is no year
- stosuy talks to stoya
- sam frank’s essay from the failure issue of the rcf is full-text online. Helen DeWitt‘s isn’t. Read both of these essays drunk and exhausted on an airplane. Frank’s slayed me. DeWitt’s scared me. I highly recommend that issue of the journal. i even took notes on it. maybe i’ll suspend my facebook account and write a thoughtful response to the issue. i wish I were capable of writing a thoughtful response to something
people searched these terms to find this blog today (2:47 p.m. PST):
Present: Terry Castle, Geoff Dyer, Gary Indiana, Janet Malcolm, Joshua Cohen, Zadie Smith, Ed Park, Luc Sante, Sam Anderson, Stephen Burt, Laura Miller, Alex Abramovich, Eric Banks, Joan Didion, John Ashbery, Joshua Clover. I like some people who write more about music than about books: Robert Christgau, Jon Dolan, and Rob Sheffield come to mind. Past: Mary McCarthy, John Leonard, Edmund Wilson, Virginia Woolf, and David Foster Wallace.
I characterize the Bird person as a Bennington graduate whose quiet weekends upstate have evolved into a full-time escape from Manhattan for the explicit purpose of writing divorce poetry.