For reasons of heroic service to the academic community, I’ve been writing by hand a lot in the past two weeks. And now my wrist is slaughtering me. I could barely hold my plate of food in line at the cafeteria today. It wasn’t a particularly large plate, either.
And then I turn on my phone and discover that Zadie Smith (whom I love) is releasing a new book. Of short stories! It’s downright cruel to do this to me when I’m already very much behind on all the wonderful reading that’s waiting for me.
By the way and since I’m kind of rambling already, the only person around here I talk to about what I’m reading and what she’s reading doesn’t have her GED yet. So that’s for those who keep telling me, “why do you hang out with those hicks?” People can have difficult lives and live in poky little apartments and still be fascinating, profound people. I find this kind of snobbery tiresome.
I’m actually a huge snob but not about credentials or money or anything like that. I have extreme snobbery towards superficial people whose brains have stopped developing and who think people without degrees are all stupid rednecks with nothing interesting to say.
We were asked over for a playdate today, and this is a family that lives in a very modest apartment. And by modest I mean, really really modest. Dignified poverty type of modest. But it’s such a great place because I felt completely at peace there. Just sitting and vegging out while the kids were pretty much hanging off the overhead lighting fixture.
The kid we went to play with is a full year younger than Klara but Klara still loves playing with her because the girl is very developed. She has a great vocabulary and understands all of Klara’s games. Which again goes to show that people who are class snobs are idiots.
I think it’s reading Lucy Ellmann that’s making me ramble. Maybe I should make an evening ramble post a new blog tradition.