Lapham’s Quarterly is running a contest which involves retweeting. So, I retweeted. And then that happened.
I feel special. At 5 on a Saturday morning!*
I guess this is a good time to also mention that my store is running a contest for the month of July. Each bookseller has to pick their favorite Random House title and try to sell as many copies of it as they can. From what I understand, we are not in competition with each other, but if we do sell a lot of copies collectively, the store gets some kind of prize.
(Un)surprised? Come on. You know you want to read about parallel universes and other interesting stuff that we can’t see with the naked eye that isn’t microbial or insects. Plus it’s related to baseball. Well, not really, but if you’ve read Baseball 2.0 long enough, you can see how that connection is possible… :p
*I’m up early because I’m moving and still have packing to do before I pick up my 9am U-Haul reservation.
I’m a boring gay. I have a lot of girl friends but I just don’t think I’m prime girl friend material. I give makeup and fashion advice only because Ma always took me shopping with her when I was a kid and I happen to be the only child, and I learned about color patterns and lipstick shades by osmosis, but I don’t always necessarily enjoy giving makeup and fashion advice. And then there is dishing: oh, how I do enjoy dishing! Sharing war stories of love and dancing, of men and drinking, but dangle free tickets in my face to a Yoshi’s performance of Anita Baker’s greatest hits and I am so there with a daquiri, or what Spencer likes to call “the drink of choice for women in their forties who want something light”. So I don’t consider myself the top choice for girls night out, but I still enjoy going out for girls night out.
And then there’s now, there’s Sunday afternoon nibbling on a corn cherry scone from Arizmendi and sitting back on an outdoor bench trying to understand string theory. Good a writer as he is, Brian Greene isn’t making this stuff any easier to understand. I guess it’s not his fault that cosmology is as fascinating as it is one gigantic existential headache.
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