Yesterday during a conference call one of my other phones rang and I sent it to voicemail, and blew it off until later in the evening. I didn't recognize the man, but he addressed the message to Jen or Jane and because I had forgotten which key I press for delete on Verizon—the same as T-Mobile's save, no less—I continued to listen. He said he loves his intended listener and hopes she isn't avoiding him, went over his day and mentioned missing her so much he kept looking at his pictures of her. On a barstool and fur skin, but I didn't mean to pry. Afterward I paused and thought, what if it weren't Jane, and I had all this time been involved in a homosexual relationship I can't remember, Jonathan Hoag-style? Could that explain my support for gay rights? Is there such a thing as fear of leading a double life?
Took me long enough, but after reading an anti-anti-Dentite children's book at the dentist's last week and listening to 老婆 describe her company's latest decision to cut back on medical benefits that wouldn't at all affect a management who spends most of their time in a country with national health care, I came up with an idea for the book I've always wanted to write that acknowledges my inability to develop a concept beyond a paragraph (and the fewer sentences therein, the better—case in point) but also affords my ego the sense of accomplishment in having so with one that might even benefit others, or at least come as something new …then again, she did fall asleep while I described it to her, so maybe it'll work as bedtime reading.
You and your spouse will be
happy in your life together.
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Ever since I saw this movie in high school (it was a weeknight, on Channel 20, and I remember they aired it with limited commercial interruption, as if it were a special event—though I would've remembered Ann Margaret naked) I'd feared Jack Nicholson's lecherous misogynist was my destiny, too, and I must confess, there have been many times throughout my life I felt things indeed going that way, my very own ball-buster parade collecting slides. But I suppose as someone who's actually had all that time in between, I grew past blaming others for my faults. And as much as cinema, too, may have advanced since, I am still stunned by Candice Bergen's laughing scene and the sight of Rita Moreno descending as she recites her client's script.
