Monday, July 26, 2004
Spitbull continued the mystery of how they ever got into the NA by eschewing us for the symphony. This will not stand.
I met plenty of others as well. Undoubtedly finally meeting James Lileks was the highlight. (Unlike Cathy, I had no problem muscling into the inner circle -- and I understand that basset hound thing, Doug!) What is great about James is that a conversation with him feels like a conversation with someone you've known for years. He told the duvet story and your reaction to this isn't "James is telling me about his duvet -- this is so cool!!!" but "yeah I understand, my wife sends me on these stupid errands all the time." Or at least she used to until I broke her in to two truths of my husbanding skills:
- I have no carpentry, electrical, or other househusband-type skills, and you ask me to fix things at your peril;
- shopping is an input, not an activity -- I shop to buy something and leave, and returning things is a sign of failure, and failure is not an option.
(Come to think of it, the end of my running errands returning things and the end of The Diner coincide. Coincidence? I think not.)
What was most welcome, however, was the reaction of people after I introduced myself, the "hey yeah, you" look that greeted me at almost every turn. I've gotten some email from people already which I will post here over the next few days with ideas for stories. I'm always surprised by how many people tell me they read this blog (compared to my GoStats numbers, which indicate readership even lower than the PiPress). Kevin for example, or PinkMonkeyBird. I remembered it a little from my radio days at Pomona, but not quite this way. Thanks to everyone for coming out and thanks for the support you've shown.