851pm. Today was Manhattan Beach with Steph and Andy. Then an allergy med-induced coma. Then post-allergy med-induced coma fog.
Now I’m at work, underneath the Nokia Theatre, where Eddie Izzard is making sharply-dressed people laugh.
I spent ten minutes searching for a satisfactory version of Infinite Jest to download (some versions come w/o the hundreds of footnotes!?!), having just read a small collection of essays about David Foster Wallace.
I do remember attempting this book before, being almost instantly frustrated at the footnotes, the oddity of the prose. It felt self-satisfied, a book made to see if it could be made, rather than because of any need to entertain.
But everything else I’ve read by Wallace, all his non-fiction, is amazing.
So I’ll give it another shot. Lots of things deserve second chances.
Also, technically, right now? I’m getting paid to do it.
AND SO, if you’re spending this Friday evening curled up with a good book…well, first, GOOD. And secondly, this shot of Steph is for you.
