The Hardest Thing About Writing Is Writing.

I Am Still Amazed At The Amount Of Christian Charity [wellesley] Stuck Us All With, A Kind Of Glazed Politeness In The Face Of Boredom And Stupidity. Tolerance, In The Worst Sense Of The Word. How Marvelous It Would Have Been To Go To A Women's College That Encouraged Impoliteness, That Rewarded Aggression, That Encouraged Argument.

I Am Living In The Google Years, No Question Of That. And There Are Advantages To It. When You Forget Something, You Can Whip Out Your Iphone And Go To Google. The Senior Moment Has Become The Google Moment, And It Has A Much Nicer, Hipper, Younger, More Contemporary Sound, Doesn't It? By Handling The Obligations Of The Search Mechanism, You Almost Prove You Can Keep Up.... You Can't Retrieve You Life (unless You're On Wikipedia, In Which Case You Can Retrieve An Inaccurate Version Of It).

Take Notes. Everything Is Copy.

So Much Of What I See Reminds Me Of Something I Read In A Book, When Shouldn't It Be The Other Way Around?

It Had Better Be Quirky Or Perverse Or Thoughtful Enough So That You Hit Some Chord In Them. I Mean We've All Read Pieces Where We Thought, 'oh, Who Gives A Damn.'