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 sunday, may 13Lucky I really don't consider myself to be a lucky person. Lucky people? Lucky people have the Midas touch. Lucky people win things: Raffles, Jeopardy, bingo, awards, games of chance, backstage passes, Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, the lotto, vacations, cars, green cards, and stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. I would say that I'm "not-lucky" which shouldn't be confused with unlucky. Unlucky people have pianos and anvils drop on top of them from great heights. Wile E. Coyote is unlucky. He's also incredibly stupid, but that's beside the point. We'll cover stupid at some point in the future. That's all changing! In the past four days I've raked in not one, but two 20 oz Coca Cola products and, if that wasn't enough, any Frito-Lay snack up to $2.50. Am I the shit or what? I'm thinking now's the time to head to Vegas or buy a lottery ticket. So, tell me, what have you won? Make me pea green with envy, baby.
"But of all the banes of the successful author's existence perhaps none so stirred the panelists' passions as critics. Personal attacks leveled on her by critics, Jong said, added to the terror she felt after the publication of "Fear of Flying," but they also toughened her up. 'I was called a 'mammoth pudenda' by the New Statesman,' she declared, 'and when you've been called a 'mammoth pudenda' nothing after that has any force.'" - Gloom at the top. Get a bunch of bestselling authors together and what do they talk about? The agonies of success. Daido Moriyama, Untitled (Wall and Artist's Shadow), 1986 The day before yesterday? Panda-monium! |
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