Everybody is outraged – OUTRAGED! – over language hurled against women these last few weeks. First it was Rush Limbaugh. Then Bill Maher. Now Louis C.K. has resigned from hosting the Radio and TV Correspondent’s Dinner after Greta Van Susteren threatened a boycott because during the last…
Early morning coffee
It is too early. I am drinking some coffee in a Starbucks waiting until it is late enough to go into the office. It’s raining. It’s not a complaint, rain in December is as pleasant a deviation from the norm as a cool breeze in August. The coffee has an uphill battle to wage this morning in order to bring me back to life. I’m annoyed by my own inarticulate ness, and the inability to pick up and dive back into the David Foster Wallace story I started half a semester back. It is exactly these moments, where time is at your disposal that the grinding complexity of daily life takes its toll. So I’ll sit here and have a bit of a think, and come to no particular conclusion at all. I am envying myself in all those other moments, too rushed to set down a line, much less a paragraph. I’m letting them down- all those orphaned ideas and phrases, and I know it. But it’s so early. Soon, when it seems late enough finally- I’ll go into the office.
