Questions I know you’ve been asking
- What would I turn up if I were to Google the phrase “Bacharach paperweight”? Not much, but this site is No. 3! (After much thought, I think the searcher was perhaps looking for Baccarat paperweights. The very word “baccarat” sends me riffing on the Evelyn Tremble method, and it will all go downhill from there, so let’s let it go now….)
- Was it live, or was it Mammorex? I don’t know anything about football, I don’t know anything about Justin Timberlake, and I haven’t paid any attention to Janet Jackson since she did “Diamonds” with Herb Alpert back in ’87, kicking off the short-lived but much-needed Return of Herb Alpert. But I know a contrived moment of attention-getting when I see it replayed in super slo-mo on CNN’s website, and this is one of them. I will confess to being oblivious to the whole nipple shield enterprise, but it seems to me that that’s something you might wear when you expect your breast to suddenly join the party.
- How was the skiing yesterday? Well, the snow wasn’t stunning, but the day was, and despite a huge crowd at Gore, we had as wonderful a day as you can have. Plus, lunch on the deck — even though it was only in the 20s, the sun was strong, baby.
- How’s the whole “doom and gloom we’re only an insignificant blip in time and everything we have done will someday be lost and forgotten” mood going? Continuing to read Bryson’s “A Brief History of Nearly Everything” is not helping. I go through these periods when I’m intensely aware of the very passing nature of my life, life in general, the world as we know it, and even the universe. This was not a book to read during one of those periods.
- Going to do the Tour de Cure again this year? You know it. Those American Diabetes Association people really know how to pamper their fundraisers, so I will definitely be back. The real question is, will I be able to do a century, or am I just going to laze my way through another 50-miler? Like any good messed-up middle-age pseudo-athlete, I yearn to ski all summer, then yearn to ride my bike all winter. And I make up excuses for not running all year round.
- Making any progress in Simpson’s Hit and Run? Some. Not enough. Perhaps I should focus on that right now . . .