August 10th, 2005

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You Can't Choose Your Family

I knew I was taking a risk when I put my reading of "Narciso" on the podcast this week, and sure enough, it bit me in the ass.

I was having a conversation with my mother whose 64th birthday is tomorrow. It started with her telling me that she'd listened to the story and wondered whether there was more. I told her that it was a very abbreviated part of a longer story in the book. She asked when she could read it, and I told her that she could read it when it was published.

This means that she must play the one card she has in her hand. "Well, I thought that you might let your mother read it...." We went back and forth about my ambivalence about people reading my work, and it ended with her saying "Then why do you do it?"

I have no answer for that. I don't know why. Questions like that make me want to stop, though.
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The Odd Movie Review

Every once in a while, I find myself with enough time on my hands to watch a movie. And because I'm a middle child, I want you to listen to me talk about it.

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I'm wishing and hoping that either Steve Martin or Ian Frazier can do the next writing program in prison.

And if I've offended any stupid poncey actors...well, that would be a miracle because it would mean that you actually read the entire piece instead of just scanning for your name and closing it up when you didn't find it.