On John Updike and Coffee Mugs
Little frum girl moves to Southern California and imagines she can have it all—life devoted to Torah, education, Ph.D., family (eventually), career, and then some ...
This may come as a surprise, but I don't read ESPN.com. [Pause for the shock to sink in.] A friend, though, does and sent me this commentary from ESPN sports columnist Gregg Easterbrook on the Qaddafi op-ed in The Times:
As a Christian, I believe in redemptive power, so I am willing to believe Qaddafi has changed. Still, encountering the jarring sight of an op-ed by Muammar Qaddafi, I envisioned this scene:
FACTOTUM: (Trembling.) Brotherly Leader, we have received the read-back from the Times copy editor.
QADDAFI: Did it come on purest vellum?
FACTOTUM: Not exactly. Staples fax paper, I used an Internet coupon. (Hesitates.) The Times copy editor -- she changed a semicolon.
QADDAFI: Infidel! She will die for this! Have her buried in sand up to her head in the village quad, then let loose the scorpions!
FACTOTUM: (Shaking.) If you would deign to cast your magnificent gaze upon this PDF …
QADDAFI: (Takes the edited copy, reads.) Hey, she's right -- the sentence flows better now. Forget what I said. Send her a thousand red roses. Name a school after her.
FACTOTUM: (Immensely relieved.) Of course!
QADDAFI: Buy the entire day's press run. Also, tell the Times editors if they don't want anything to happen to their fancy new building, give me the crossword puzzle answers in advance. I like to dazzle people by doing the crossword really fast.
FACTOTUM: (Bows.) By your command.
If I were in the business of spending ludicrous amounts of money on gorgeous shoes. And if I alternately either thought that open-toe shoes looked acceptable with pantyhose or didn't feel the need to wear pantyhose to shul (this shoe lust is not the place for that discussion)—or, I suppose, if I had occasions that called for gorgeous shoes to which I would feel comfortable going pantyhose-less—I would buy these shoes. Though, a friend just called them the "shoe equivalents of black lady church hats"—"middle-aged" after I asked her to convince me not to buy them (talk about a job well done). I think I am over them. Maybe. They will just live here on my blog and be pretty.
The answer depends on whether a "friend" is really a friend. In general, being a "friend" of someone on Facebook is almost meaningless and does not signify the kind of relationship that could pose a conflict of interest for a reporter or editor writing about that person. But if a "friend" is really a personal friend, it would.
Setting: My sister and I are getting our coats from the coatroom after shul.
It's been quite a weekend.