No, not me. Not yet anyway. I’m too busy trying to figure out how to find my “happy place”. I’m pretty sure the first step is to stop wallowing in self-pity. Anyway, more on that later. And in the meantime, I’ll be okay.
So, I came across this story written by a dying art critic named Peter Schjeldahl. I’d never heard of him but I found his insights and reflections quite interesting. Food for thought and putting things in perspective kind of stuff. It’s long but entertaining. Give it a read if you are so inclined.
Me? I’m going to shower up and go drown my sorrows. Such as they are.
From the article:
“Susan Sontag observed that when you have a disease people identify you with it.”
So, I see the guy has the same hatred of commas that you do. And the editors of The New Yorker were asleep at the wheel as well!
Hahaha! I actually noticed that! Surely that’s progress!
Progress, indeed.
On to a more substantive comment about the essay:
Definitely written by someone who has learned to write prose through journalism. The prose is tight and spare, and the imagery is evocative through the conservative use of well-chosen words. It’s got a nice flow to it, and the man’s sense of humor and his self-deprecation both shine through. Very artful. One thing the guy says can easily apply to me and my blogging life:
“Educating yourself in public is painful, but the lessons stick.”
The blog is where I let the world see what happens as I learn new things and repeatedly fuck up. Educating yourself in public is indeed painful. Every time I post pics of a culinary failure, for example, I feel this wisdom deeply. Words to live by.
Kev, I’m glad you found the essay interesting. I don’t know why, but while I was reading it I thought of you. I was just going to email the link but then I decided “hell, I can get a post out of this.”