May 18th, 2004

i am not a stuffed tiger.

six-month-old interview

A few weeks ago, I bought a copy of Issue 8 of The Believer on eBay -- I forgot to get it while it was on the shelf & it isn't carried by the library -- to read the interview of David Foster Wallace by Dave Eggers. I finally got around to scanning it for a friend and decided that I might as well post it here in case anyone else is interested:
Interview with David Foster Wallace
"My own plan for the coming fourteen months is to knock on doors and stuff envelopes. Maybe even wear a buton. To try to accrete with others into a demographically significant mass. To try extra hard to exercise patience, politeness, and imagination on those with whom I disagree. Also to floss more"

In addition to comments on the upcoming political season, there are some interesting discussions of the difficulty of interdisciplinary communication, writing process, and quitting chewing tobacco.

I'd feel a bad about posting this, but they aren't that great about putting things online and I couldn't find it in any full text databases. So. Buy an issue sometime -- they have consistently good stuff.
  • Current Mood
chair, apartment


... tennis today with Jeff after yoga. Even though I hadn't played since the days of the Toad Lane summer leagues, I managed to eke out a victory (not that I care about winning). I did forget about the number of games required to win a set. It wasn't especially pretty, but it was fun to play again, given the apparent onset of warm weather.

We met Carole for dinner at the Thaiger Room, where our server thought that we were into speed eating. Maybe they just weren't used to not being crazy busy, but everything seemed to appear and pile up rather quickly. It was kind of unsettling, but the Thaiger Noodles were good, as usual.

Post-dinner, Carole and I hung out at Solstice, until it was time to catch busses. I got home just in time to catch 24.


other notes:
- there is a lost cockatiel named Sugar in my neighborhood. the poster is priceless.
- today I handed outgoing mail directly to a mail carrier. old world charm.
- on the bus to campus, I pass the apartment from Singles
- I used to think that my old guy upstairs neighbor was having a lot of regular sexual episodes, but it turns out that he (or his possible illegal dog) probably has some weird respiratory condition.
- I really like this album a whole lot (The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place)
  • Current Music
    explosions in the sky - memorial