Apparently I’m having a “thoughtlet” week (Kay Ryan’s term for Twitter-friendly half-ideas) which is bad but we’ll roll with it. Two things:
1. In my dream last night I had a pair of peach-colored leather pants? And they actually didn’t look horrendous.
2. Not one but TWO people on my subway car this morning were reading Rhonda Byrnes’ The Secret. For shame.
I also (this could be 3?) came up with the skeleton of a theory about the Internet, blogging/MySpace/social networking, and the notion of “audience” in the work of David Foster Wallace (after reading reviews for The Pale King, which I’m awaiting anxiously) but I think it’s either not fleshed out enough or too obvious to unpack.
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