Well, I'll be. For some reason, I now have a weblog. I woke up this morning and didn't have a blog, and now I do. My best friend's 70 year old father has a blog, and now I have a blog. Blog.
It happened like this. This morning was Sunday, and I woke up and thought, "this is the kind of day it was when Gatsby got shot." I read The Great Gatsby this spring for the second time (or if you don't count high school, for the first time--or if you believe reading something in high school cancels out the adult reading of the book, the 0th time). One of the things I like about The Great Gatsby is that, like early Bruce Springsteen records, it provides mile markers for the summertime. For instance, I'll think to myself, say around the first of June, "this is a good night for a Gatsby party," or on a rainy day in midsummer, "this is a nice day for Gatsby and Daisy to meet," or in late August "this is the night Myrtle Wilson gets hit by Tom's big yellow convertible." This morning, I decided was the sort of day to find Gatsby floating face down in his swimming pool (kind of warm, but not confidently so, a bit overcast, but not the robust haze of August).
Anyway, I wanted to write that down, and so I decided to start a blog.
Other things happened today: Odessa was cranky and teething, an appointment was cancelled, I went downtown after the Georgia-LSU football game to smell the barf and look at the blond lady handcuffed by the police outside the UGA t-shirt store. I went to the library to get a bunch of Dr. Seuss books and paid the librarian $12 in late fees. I thought for about an hour on what to call this blog, and I decided to write down every one of my ideas and pick one at random. Not the best one, in retrospect, but better than "res ipsa loquiter."
Good Night.
Recently, on facebook, Katherine said "thus begins the long dark" which is a rather beautiful way of saying that you should be glad you live in Georgia. Gatsby got shot a month ago here.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the blogosphere, this is an excellent start.
I just read GG for the 3rd time (second if you don't count high school, or first if you do the canceling out thing)and I have been basking in how much I love it. Also in the knowledge that you really can read it in a weekend, though it may take longer with a teething baby. Also, I went to high school with someone named after Jordan Baker, which is not a character that I think I would name a child after.
ReplyDeleteThanks you guys...it makes me feel really special that you're reading my blarg. It's funny--I keep asking Bryan, "Did you read my blog yet?" and he never has. "Hank has, and he's kind of famous," I say. Then he read it.
ReplyDeleteAnd Jennimeeks, Jordan Baker is no name for a lady.