Life imitates art
Life.
Art.
This is one of those posts where you don’t want to get the links backwards.
From 36,000 feet
I know you all want to know about my exciting speed dating night, but first things first: I’m writing this post from seat 30A of a Boeing MD-80, 36,000 feet over southern Michigan. This is my first time flying a plane with wireless internet, and it definitely helps the time fly. I normally feel compelled to check in as soon as we touch down, checking voice mail and e-mail for the few minutes before I have to disembark, but now I’ll be up to date the entire time. And yes, I gain a geeky pleasure being able to track exactly where I am so that my inner monologue taunts can be geographically accurate. I’m temped to use the bathroom right now just to show what I think of … oh, that’s Ann Arbor. Never mind, I like that place.
Relaunch
In 1996, Lindsay Lohan and I made a bet. In 15 years, we would see who had accumulated more (1) new blogs and (2) rehab stints. We have taken very different approaches, and this is yet another notch on my side. Suck it, Linds.