- I just finished reading The Know-It-All: One Man’s Humble Quest to Become the Smartest Person in the World by A.J. Jacobs, and I strongly suggest you do the same. I fully admit to smartypants syndrome, which means you usually hate it when other people exhibit the same signs, since everyone knows the pursuit of knowledge is clearly an Easter egg hunt, but I had to root for any man who dared pursue the elusive hat trick of Mensa, Who Wants to be a Millionaire, and the American Crossword Puzzle Tournament. It’s like the call was coming from inside the house. Plus, the index is really funny.
- Last night I went to Ryan’s housewarming party in Williamsburg, where I was introduced to a very nice guy from Boston named Andrew Bujalski, and the following conversation occurred. Please imagine the escalating levels of excitement in our voices:
Ryan: Andrew’s a filmmaker, and Sarah’s a writer.
Sarah (this always feels like a big fat embarrassing lie so I try to start talking first): What kind of films?
Andrew: Have you ever heard of Funny Ha Ha?
Sarah: Yes. Although I’m not sure how.
Andrew: It’s this movie I made with—
Sarah: Wait! With Christian Rudder from Bishop Allen!
Andrew: Yes! Have you seen it?
Sarah: Yes! I mean, no! I read about it online and recommended it to the Living Arts Council in Tulsa when I was on the committee, and they showed it, but I was out of town when they did!
Andrew: Tulsa! That’s the first place it ever showed!
I have to admit, this made me feel really fucking cool, at least until I sneezed all over my slice of pizza on the way home.
- Last week I blackmailed/persuaded my father (who is a registered Democrat and usually votes Libertarian, as opposed to my mother, who is a registered Republican and usually votes Democrat) to vote for the presidential candidate I support on the grounds that I would not feel comfortable bringing a child into the world in the next four years under the opposing administration. Granted, I wouldn’t feel comfortable bringing a child into the world even if Abraham Lincoln was somehow named king of the planet tomorrow, but that’s mostly because I enjoy my life how it is right now, with all the staying out late and rock and roll and other recent unfit-for-website developments, but does this mean I have to make a baby if my guy wins? I mean, my dad agreed to this ruse, which I didn’t really think would happen. Apparently he wants grandkids pretty badly. Maybe I can talk my brother into finding some nice girl and settling down. I hear 20-year olds are way into that.