Friday, June 27
Another nonsense, this time not so much silly as simply making no sense.
Here's a doozy from today's news. On January 30, a female teacher administering a high school equivalency test in the Pinal County state prison was raped, and yet there was no report of the assault to the Arizona Department of Occupational Safety. "It is required to report incidents only in which there is a fatality or more than three people are hospitalized." What?! Here's even more nonsense: She was giving the test with no guard nearby to half a dozen inmates in the prison's Meadows Unit, which houses about 1,300 rapists, child molesters and other sex offenders. No guard nearby. 1,300 sex offenders.
And finally, John Boehner, House Speaker, is suing the Obama administration for its use of executive actions to change laws. What GOPtigoogle and GOPtigoop!
Wednesday, June 25
Sunday, June 22
“I must look on the bright side. Literally. I must take my husband out of my dark shadowy thoughts and shine some cheerful golden light on him. I must do better at adoring him like I used to. Nick responds to adoration. I just wish it felt more equal. My brain is so busy with Nick thoughts, it’s a swarm inside my head: Nicknicknicknicknick! And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.” Don’t you feel for Amy’s plight?
A sample of Nick’s style:
“I began imagining how it might happen. I began craving her [his mistress Andie’s touch] touch—yes, it was like that, just like a lyric from a bad ‘80s single—I craved her touch, I craved touch in general, because my wife avoided mine: At home she slipped past me like a fish, sliding just out of grazing distance in the kitchen or the stairwell. We watched TV silently on our two sofa cushions, as separate as if they were life rafts.” The beleaguered husband with the inattentive wife.
Oddity number 2: just when we think we know these two, we find that we don’t know them at all. You’ll have to read it to find out how.
Oddity number 3: The time lines converge in the middle of the story, Nick’s moving through the days after Amy’s disappearance, and Amy’s diary entries moving up to the present, with the tension building, building, up to that moment. And then we begin again, Nick in his present and Amy now out of the diary and into her present. And the characters shift into new territory.
I think I may have to read this novel again, just to see how Flynn accomplishes this legerdemain. Now you see it, now you don’t.
Saturday, June 21
Friday, June 20
Thursday, June 19
Monday, June 16
I guess I’ll just ramble.
Sunday, June 15
Saturday, June 14
I’m here in front of the tv watching the 2014 U.S. Open and I see it with one eye only. Without Tiger in the mix my heart just isn’t in it. I’ve been a faithful follower of every major golf tournament for the past fifty years, but without Tiger, who cares? Will Martin Kaymer hold on without choking? Will anyone mount a charge to catch him? I don’t know and I don’t really care. Come on, Tiger, get back on the course so I and millions of others can watch with bated breath to see what magic you perform.
Wednesday, June 11
Wednesday, June 4
I’m still trying to figure out all the elements of our new cell phones. One thing I didn’t know: that even when turned off, a cell phone can still wake itself to ring out a set alarm. Just to see if I knew what I was doing, I went to the alarm setting and set it to ring at 4:00 a.m. That’s what time we need to get up for our 7:00 flight out of Phoenix tomorrow, but I had set it a day ahead of time. When we went to bed last night, I made sure my phone was turned off. At 4:00 a.m. I heard a phone ringing in the living room, ringing fifteen times. I counted them off. Went back to sleep, thinking the wakeup was over. Nah. At 4:05 it did it again . . . and again at 4:10, at which time I stomped out to the living room, turned the phone off, put it in the back room, went back to bed. At 4:15 and 4:20 and 4:25 and 4:30 I could hear the distant, subdued ringing. At 4:35, as I lay there waiting, there was only blessed silence. The phone got tired of trying to get me up. Now I know better than to use it as an alarm clock. I wonder how many other things about my new phone will try to drive me crazy. I don’t have all that far to go . . . to crazy, that is.
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