Insert “Glass” wordplay here.

Insert “Glass” wordplay here.
Just finished Stephen Glass’s “The Fabulist.” Fascinating. Grossly, alarmingly fascinating. Repugnant. Fairly well-written, but peppered with hackneyed phrases and cliches. Intriguing, nonetheless, definitely with a few keepers. I laughed, but I didn’t cry.

The “protagonist” reminded me very much of a reporter I used to work with. This reporter would never, to my knowledge, make shit up, thank Bernstein. But it was eerie, all the same.

Perchance to dream: Having serious issues with my circadian rhythm. It’s 4 a.m., and I’m not even dozey, even though I must awaken in 5 hours. Sensing a problem.

Reboot: Jack level steadily increasing from storm-cloud black to a more enthusiastic and eager saffron. Movable Type is slowly but surely revealing its secrets to me. OK, the MT support forums are revealing the secrets. But I’m confident my Mac-charm will allow me to canoodle this little site into giving me what I want. Just gotta finesse it a little.

How ‘bout dem Birds: Anticipating a foray to the Steel City this weekend for a bit of Pittsburghese and dinner with Iain’s old crowd. Ooh, and a chance to get wifely and bake dessert for the Big Department Dinner on Friday. [By bake, I mean throw some chocolate and pound of butter together with some ice cream and cookies until it comes out as “Busterbar.”]

The shadows are lifting, slowly but steadily, and once more there’s a light at the end of the [Fort McHenry] tunnel.

June 10, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized