It’s time to face facts: I really like these green courduroys I have on right now, but they’re just too tight.

Blech.

I am finally reading the new Paul Auster novel, and it’s a good thing I’ve read every other novel that’s he’s ever written because characters and situations from them keep popping up. If this was your first Auster book, you’d either be completely nonplussed or just confused. So far I love it though. It returns to the deceptively stripped-down prose of his early books. 

I wish I could spend each day, all day either writing or not writing, as I chose. Or, as Andy put it the other night, “I want to be Laurie Anderson. I want to think for a living; just think and come up with ideas.”

Yeah, right.

A very very interesting essay on “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriet” that makes mewant to watch it. I never saw it, not even as a kid.