Hot Air
I am fond of the sound of my own typing.
All She Wanted Was a Bilingual Bookseller
When I tell stories about my friend Noodle, she sighs and says, “I can’t believe I hired you. Not just once. Twice.”What she can’t believe is that we’re friends — still — in what has to count as the longest continuous relationship of my life. This includes my family.
Ann Bannon’s Double Life Breaks My Heart
She didn’t say, I’m a lesbian. But she implied it. She didn’t give her real name. Tonight, she said, I get to be Ann Bannon.
The problem with Microsoft isn’t the quality of their products. Sure they’re buggy but, my God, they’re huge; cut them some coding slack. The problem isn’t the monopoly issues (my local trash company has a monopoly and no one’s taking them before a federal judge). The problem is that they limit creativity with a coporporate dress code that allows for white collars and blue ties only. Within that, you can wear whatever you want.
That’s how I feel about Sony. Everything was going great until I saw Sony shoving a big old finger right up its corporate nose.
Here’s the deal: past the sappy, you-gotta-have-heart-kid message, I found a secret agenda in Rudy. A secret gay agenda.
In View of Our Nation’s Recent Tragedies
A work colleague and I have spent time talking about the ways people have searched for the words to refer to what happened on sept11. The terrible events of last week . . . The tragic events of last month . . . Our nation’s recent tragedies . . . These are the catch phrases that are guiding our sentences and, it seems, dictating our thoughts.
As we slip further and further from that day and as we slip further and further into a unity which seems not to have room for criticism of the government, opposing points of view, or anything resembling a search for any of our own accountability, a unity which is played on country radio stations, on scoreboard screens at ball parks, in sentences like It is not a Republican decision or a Democrat decision; it is an American decision, I am looking forward to revival of critical thinking.
Why?
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra
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