“All I Have in the World” is the title of the story collection I’m working on.
I don’t intend for the title of the blog to imply that what I write here is all I have in the world, because, well, that would just be depressing.
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I don’t always wear Elvis sunglasses. In fact, I don’t even own a pair of Elvis sunglasses (but Christmas is coming!) The picture in my avatar was taken at a chotchkee shop in Vegas, the day after my wife and I were married. We were married at the Graceland Wedding Chapel, but Elvis didn’t conduct the ceremony because, we thought, that would be a little cheesy.
Elvis was, however, in the building. He was talking to the woman who signed our marriage certificate. They were married, or dating, or something.
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I do have a job. It resumes three weeks from Thursday, and I’m actually kind of looking forward to it.
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I’m taking D. fishing again tomorrow. I’m picking him up at 5:00, and we’re going to spend the night at the cabin, where we’ll fish, play games on my mom’s PS2, and eat lots of junk food. I’ll return him to his rightful owner on Thursday.
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Um, probably sushi. It’s a rare find around here but tends to be worth the drive—however long it takes us to get there and back.
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Thom Yorke.
Iron & Wine and Calexico.
The Shins.
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Ann Patchett’s Truth & Beauty.
And Issue 20 of McSweeney’s arrived in the mail yesterday.
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Twenty-one.
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Phlegm. Cohort. String.
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You can find the answer to that in the lyrics of a song by Magnetic Fields.
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I'm still waiting to find out. And dying to.
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6 comments:
See, this is why I love you. You're way more clever than the rest of us. Well, me at least.
Rebecca--I'm so not clever, but thanks. See Anon.'s remark, which may be the first half-snarky comment I've received here (assuming it's a weary and not a beguiled sigh).
The overt coyness of the post probably does deserve a weary sigh.
You are brilliant and clever and many people love you, yes. But the correct spelling is: tchotchke.
With love from the 1989 Henry County Spelling Bee Champion.
See, you are adored. I like coyness anyway. And good spellers.
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
Uh Chad, Anonymous is starting to kick your ass in the cool department. I think it's time to fight back.
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