What a fucking week, right? I’m thrilled for San Francisco, more importantly, thrilled for Brian Wilson. And most importantly, thrilled for me and my fellow bandwagoners because I am exhausted. Congratulations Giants. Let’s get on with our lives. (That sound you just heard is the sound of my brother screaming at this blog post.)
A few things, as I feel I’ve been neglecting you:
1. Les wrote an amazing, wonderful post about visiting her dad in Nashville. Les is amazing, wonderful in general. But you should read it.
2. I am super into my book right now. It’s called ‘A Death in Belmont’ by Sebastian Junger and get a load of this: When Sebastian and his cheekbones were one, his mom hired some folks to build an artists’ studio in their backyard. There’s even a photo of the builders posing in the studio with baby Sebastian. And one of the builders was…ALBERT DESALVO THE BOSTON STRANGLER. Now, some debate whether or not DeSalvo was actually the Boston Strangler. I myself do not. One day, Sebastian’s mom discovered DeSalvo in her basement. She stood at the top of the stairs as he motioned her to come down, claiming something was wrong with her washing machine. Um, you’re supposed to be building a studio in the backyard, Al. Mrs. Junger told him to forget it and shut the door. Gasp!
3. The Elizabeth Smart trial began yesterday. Let’s all stay tuned, shall we.
4. Along these morbid lines, Leonardo DiCaprio will star as serial killer H.H. Holmes in the movie version of the book, ‘The Devil in the White City’ which I now need to read. H.H. Holmes was interestingly insane. You might want to check him out.
5. I think Weekend What’s Up may have died. I know. I’m not that heartbroken about it either. But Necessary Conversation is doing all kinds of new and exciting things (reporting from the field!) and I’m roping Beth H. into new and exciting video ideas I want to pitch to the Appeal. (Oh yeah, hey Eve. Beth and I want to occasionally make our own videos and we want you to post them, please.)
6. I do not know which election night parties I’m going to. Because I don’t know who’s won. However, I think the ladies and I are meeting at a la-ti-da bar to watch the early returns and then we should all coordinate via Twitter or Facebook or LinkedIn (that was a joke, relax) about which parties are rocking or sucking. Yes, let’s.
7. I could spend a week in a (fabulously appointed) log cabin in the woods by myself, wearing buffalo plaid pajamas and wool socks, reading my true crime books and harnessing my fucking chi right now. FYI…