One) I just got the nicest complement from a friend at work. She said I have the prettiest hair and that if she could choose anyone's hair for herself she would choose mine. Wow! She's so sweet. I blushed terribly and may still be a bit red. She made my day.
Two) I try not to be a knee-jerk Democrat conspiracist when it comes to all things Bush, but is anyone else wondering what the media is missing while they focus on this hunting accident story? It must be something pretty big for the Veep to shoot someone, right? I mean, he used a 28-gauge that would do less damage than a 12-gauge (if I read the stories right, not claiming any gun knowledge here), obviously they couldn't foresee a heart attack because of the bird shoot. Too wag the dog-ish?
Three) I'm not enjoying my current book. It's Mr. Muo's Travelling Couch by Dai Sijie. I bought it because I loved Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress. I thought at first that it was the translator (French to English), that maybe the little seamstress had someone more enjoyable to read. But they are both translated by Ina Rilke. I've had several impulses to grab a different book to read, but I know if I don't finish it now I'll never pick it up again. I kept thinking that it would get better, but I think I dislike the main character now more than in the beginning. He's a pompous, deluded ass and possibly crazy. Some people may enjoy it, reminds me of Wooster and the protagonist from Portuguese Irregular Verbs. Both characters I found annoying and charmless. It is hard for me to put down a book unfinished, but I am sorely tempted with this one.