Not A Particularly Apt Title

So here's something that blows about being a morning person in a family of regular-time persons: waking up at 630am and having nothing to do because it's Ohio and even if there was something to do, nothing's in walking distance. It's raining and I just saw someone using an umbrella to walk across their yard and get their newspaper, which, incidentally, I could read, but it's the Cincinnati Enquirer and I'm already caught up on where all the fish frys are this weekend. But hey, good news is, gives me plenty of time to eat peanut butter from the jar (note to self: add peanut butter to parental grocery shopping list. also girl scout cookies.) and write about David Foster Wallace.

OH MY GOD SOMEBODY WOKE UP. GIVE ME YOUR CAR KEYS.

But back to the business at hand. The highlight of this book of "essays and arguments" is a tie between the essay discussing the Illinois State Fair and the dissection of cruise ships and the people that love them. I am partial to the state fair episode if only because my mother likes to tell the story of how, in a moment of working mother guilt, she took me, age 4, and my sister, age 1.5, to the Ohio State Fair. We arrived and she hustled us into the 4-H tent, where I promptly turned, looked at her and said, "Why are we here, Mom? We're not farmers." So clearly, I have a soft spot for the odd man out at the state fair. But then again you can make another equally hilarious essay out of the footnotes in his cruise ship episode, so.... We'll say it's a draw. And a must-read.

Thanks for the recommendation, Andy! This thank you is primarily a trap to see if you're actually still reading this blog or if you just skimmed it that one time to mollify me on gchat.


ADDENDUM, ADDED AT 918AM: When I got into my Dad's car to drive to the gym, he was listening to the TITANIC soundtrack.

Awesome.