JE T'AIME...JE T'AIME... Yesterday was my birthday (37 for all you gawkers), so I spent most of the weekend doing whatever the hell I wanted. That mostly meant recovering from this cold/flu thing that hit me on Wednesday. You may remember, faithful readers, that I had a cold a few weeks ago, and this might have been the remnants of that flairing back up again. It's either that or I'm in for a really long winter of colds and flu...something I've managed to avoid for many, many years. I keep hearing colds and sinus infections have been going around, but doesn't it seem early? Sigh.
Anyway, I decided to devote this weekend to something I don't have a lot of time to do anymore...reading. I bought On Beauty by Zadie Smith last week (it's been on my "must read" list for ages) and decided I was going to start devoting an hour each evening to reading novels and non-fiction again. I always forget how incredible it is to curl up with a good book -- and On Beauty most definitely is -- and lose yourself in the plot and characters. During the 90s, I was working a dead end job at another newspaper where I sat a desk for eight hours a day in an empty office. I could churn out the six or seven stories each week in a couple of hours, so that left the other 38 hours with nothing to do. I averaged about a book per week (sometimes two) then, voraciously reading every new book that piqued my curiosity. Those days are long gone. I'm determined to get some discipline back into my reading. I've become far too involved with reality television, and I'm still amazed at how much time I spend on the Internet. Reading leads to more writing -- for me anyway -- so I'm looking forward to digging into the stack of books that have been sitting un-read around my apartment. After On Beauty I am going to make myself finish John Irving's Until I Find You and then I'm finally going to to read Atonement by Ian McEwan. Plus, Cecilia's sending me some new collections by poets she's discovered. I'll keep you posted.
I met my parents for dinner on Saturday night, and then last night, Malory took me to dinner at the swank Buckhead Diner. Such an odd mix of the rich, wannabes and tourists. When we came out, Mal remarked on all the BMWs and Mercedes lined up by the valets. Where was my piece-of-shit-mobile? Parked in the back. Yes, dears, the class system still exists. But the food was delicious and I'm sure I gained an extra five pounds on the double chocolate cake alone. Mal also gave me a present I'd been wanting for ages, the Criterion Edition DVD of Elevator to the Gallows with Jeanne Moreau. Oh, sweet Jesus, it's a glorious thing. If you've never seen this film, watch the trailer below and get it on your Netflix queue pronto.