August so far

I have been reading What I'd Say to the Martians by Jack Handey—taking a 24-hour break from Infinite Jest—and I tell you, this Martians is worth every penny of the $14.95 plus tax I spent on it at Shakespeare & Co. on Broadway next to the American Apparel (especially the 95¢), and I recommend it [the book] to all.  "You see, I am the offspring of an unholy union between a man and what people in these parts call a 'wo-man.'"  Very funny, Jack Handey!

Dear God, what am I doing with my life?

Here's what:

1. Trying to figure out whether I'm right or crazy to be bothered by people who try to tell me what to do—like construction workers and police officers! [answer: both, let's just say!]
2. Opening up the skull of a small child from the early 1980s and revealing: a fear of advertising! [I know I'm paranoid...but am I paranoid enough?]
3. Frowning about too much e-mail! [bad, bad technology!]
4. Wondering what it means that I'm addicted to chocohol! [choose your poison!]
5. Poking around that god-shaped hole! [dirty!]

Ne disons donc pas de mal de notre époque, elle n'est pas plus malhereuse que les précédentes.  (Silence.)  N'en disons pas de bien non plus.  (Silence.)  N'en parlons pas.