Bacon really does make everything better. At lunch today my cafe served a “bacon apple tart” which was… well, an apple tart suffused with delicious bacon flavor. There were no bits of bacon in it, so I don’t know how they made it… maybe they used bacon fat in the crust or smeared it in there somewhere. It was baffling. And ridiculously good.
For those who worry about my cholesterol, I ate a very small serving.
I realize this is going to sound callous, but: Another author had to go and die on me before I read any of his masterpieces. (I think I have read a story in the New Yorker, and I know I’ve read reviews by him. But yeah, I suck.) So whenever I finally get around to picking up “Rabbit, Run” I am going to feel like I am jumping on some kind of postmortem bandwagon. I feel icky.
Related: I was in a meeting when my coworker pinged me to say Updike died. My first reaction was to e-mail my dad, who never reads novels but was persuaded to attempt “Rabbit, Run” and then loved it. He keeps talking to me about it, and I just don’t have a copy of it yet. I guess my dad has his dad’s old copy. Somehow all of this makes me feel kind of generational and cozy, in a way that almost counteracts the ickiness mentioned in the previous paragraph.
Right. So I gave myself a free pass for no blogging until January 5th and then I almost immediately stopped again until, well, today. My mom apparently is not a James Franco (or moustache?) fan, because she commented a few days ago to say she was ready for a new post up top. Well, here is your new post. Such as it is.
The problem with trying to write a real, nice, longish post weekly is that you have to force the inspiration to start, and lately I feel like there’s no need for me to write up things here when you could just as easily track down everything I’m doing or saying or reading about on my shared items. Still, I suppose there is something to be said for writing for yourself, and dull as weekend recaps can be, I think they’re coming back in vogue on the Internet, and I don’t just mean on this absurd, high-schoolish Tumblr business. The other day my friend Eli, who constantly takes photos of both the artsy and the party type, but has of late only posted them on his flickr site, uploaded a ton of them in chronological order to Facebook in a massive summary of 2008. Eli possesses greater editorial instincts than I do, because he managed to boil it down to less than two full albums, and this is a guy who seemingly traversed at least the entire western coast during the past year. It made me start itching for summer, when trips are more possible and less likely to be rained on. (I am a spoiled Californian.)
More than that, though, I guess it reminded me that even though I feel like 2008 went by far too quickly and I am horrified that my W-2 has once again arrived so soon after I filed the last one (and I mean this both in subjective and absolute time), I actually did a lot in 2008, and went to a lot of places, most of which I didn’t plan to visit until after the year had already started. It acted as a bit of a reminder to stop worrying about what I’m going to end up doing this year because, well, those things will happen. I also read a funny little summary on Hula Seventy of 37 random good things that “slipped in the back door” of that blogger’s (38th) year, and that also soothed my future-anxiety.
Anyway. I thought I might post a few photos from my 2008, so look for that if you are so inclined.
Finally, and unrelated, yesterday I bought an iPhone and am super excited. Perhaps I too will soon be inundating this thing with fuzzy phone photos? I promise to keep it down.
“But the density of city life doesn’t just make it harder to focus: It also interferes with our self-control. In that stroll down Newbury, the brain is also assaulted with temptations — caramel lattes, iPods, discounted cashmere sweaters, and high-heeled shoes. Resisting these temptations requires us to flex the prefrontal cortex, a nub of brain just behind the eyes. Unfortunately, this is the same brain area that’s responsible for directed attention, which means that it’s already been depleted from walking around the city. As a result, it’s less able to exert self-control, which means we’re more likely to splurge on the latte and those shoes we don’t really need. While the human brain possesses incredible computational powers, it’s surprisingly easy to short-circuit: all it takes is a hectic city street.”—Read this with this. Eek.
…at least in our house, where a mouse has once again taken up residence. This means I have to tack on a new “totally attainable” resolution to my list (which includes buying a couch, new dvd player, and going to dim sum): buy rodent poison.
Don’t suggest traps… we tried that last year, and only poison worked… briefly.
The thing about New Years is that you start it with a hangover, but you are supposed to start afresh. However, I’m not one to fight the reality of an unchangeable situation, so I don’t really believe in getting going with resolutions until after a sufficient old-year mourning period. In other words, I get a free pass for the past four days. I wish I had longer than that — this year, even though I had a long holiday, I don’t feel wholly prepared to face a new year’s worth of goals. But what are you going to do? Time marches on, with or without you, right?
All this is just to say that one of my resolutions this year is to actually write in my blog more. I switched to tumblr to make it easier to keep up a blog, not to change the nature of my blog completely, and yet my blog has changed. People have even complained to me about it, and to be honest I miss writing real posts myself. So yes, I promise to write at least one real entry a week, an entry I have to edit, something that takes me more than five minutes to do.
I started 2008 with some pretty big goals, and I ended the year feeling overwhelmed still, like not a lot had changed. I’m trying to scale it down a little and take things a little slower in 2009. Wish me luck.