My Thoughts Are Shallow
But my mind is deep. How to reconcile. I was asked about Amanda Knox, and I replied, "I think she's guilty - because she's not that hot." Now, of course that isn't what I think, but I imagine it allows me to determine if someone gets my sense of humor or not. I've had encounters of late with people whom I've tried to tell jokes to but they responded only with literal, serious remarks. Others laughed. I'm reading Martin Gardner's (I'm guessing here) posthumously assembled autobiography. Some fascinating facts that I did not know about the man and it's quite entertaining but at times I feel less like he's telling me about himself as much as he's telling me stories about his past. The two are not the same thing. For example: He mentions that Norman MacLean was a professor at the University of Chicago during his time there, and even mentions his superb novella, A River Runs Through It. But no mention is made of what Gardner thought of it, if he even read it. Been listening of lat eto DJ Shadow's 'Preemptive Strike' and assorted Doc Watson recordings. Also that damned Van Cliburn performance whose composer I finally figured out. Score one for me! I also read 'Slow Getting Up,' by Nate Jackson, which is a fascinating memoir by a former NFL player that even if you hate sports, and the people who play it, and those who watch it, and even those who hate the people who don't hate it like they do, could possibly enjoy. I'm not Joe Namath but I'm almost there regarding the book. Also, people in prison read the same things people out here do. A recent documentary on JD Salinger had a bunch of them come in asking about 'Catcher In The Rye.' I just hope my job counts towards that whole, "I was in prison, and you blah blah blah" that Jesus said.