I just received an invitation to my 20-year grade school reunion. I think I’d be happier to be listed in the “missing in action” group than the “invited classmates” group — some 33 people who I haven’t thought of or heard from in the ten years since the last reunion, which I attended after a fit of ill-advised nostalgia.
It’s not that I had a bad time at the last reunion, so much as the fact that I haven’t been in contact with any of those people since then. I’m sure if I went to this gathering, I’d soon glow with the same warm and fuzzy feelings I had ten years ago, although in that case, I think I had one too many cheap canned beers first. (There’s something about drinking lukewarm Budweiser in one’s grade-school cafeteria that lends a surreal quality to any social gathering. Perhaps they should hire out for dramatic presentations, wedding receptions, and the like.)
I have to admit, my first thought upon opening the invitation was to send back the reply envelope empty. Heh.
I’ve just finished a reading binge. If you’re looking for recommendations for some great fiction, take a look at my late summer reading list.
The best of the best: The Man Who Wrote The Book, Harmful Intent, Survivor, Holes, Sick Puppy, microserfs.
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Bad habit: reading the Sunday supplements. I admit it; I spend 20 minutes each week skimming through USA Weekend and Examiner Magazine and whatever the other one is, I don’t even remember.
There’s always a health or fitness column of some sort. It’s probably in USA Weekend because it’s so USA-Today-like — they boil a complex issue down into 4 bullet-items with a little cartoon illustration, thereby saving the population the need for higher education. They make it simple, so the reader never has to think.
These articles are oddly compelling. Like I said, I read them every weekend, mentally checking off each bullet-point as if the tally would predict something meaningful about my health. In the recent article about hemorrhoids, the bullet points under “prevention” included:
I read through them all, feeling better with each item — “I already do all that!” I exclaimed aloud. Clearly, I’ll never get hemorrhoids.
So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice.
Three unrelated bits of music trivia that combine to make me irrationally happy: