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Friday, January 06, 2006

it's all about me

OK, obviously it isn't, but I was just catching up on my blog reading and came across Steve Terrell's recent look at the phrases or keyboards that bring people to his blog. (You know, someone does a search for something and your blog comes up on google or msn or whathaveyou). Steve had gotten the idea from Mario and I thought it would be fun to check out recent phrases people had searched under that had brought them to my blog as well. Here they are:

blog julia nicaragua 2005
julia goldberg
santa fe lesbian blog
julia goldberg and blog
julia goldberg
julia goldberg
julia goldberg
noah santa fe blog
giovanna rossi
clementine daniel kovnat
julia goldberg
bill payne santa fe
mormon weddings
san isidro jeff branch
julia goldberg

Ahem. I think this is a good sign my blog has been way to obsessed with julia goldberg lately. Well, shit, it's my blog and I'll self obsess if I want to.
So this morning I woke up and almost freaked out when I realized that, for the first time in a long time, I actually felt like a human being. I walked my dogs with a bounce in my sneakers and I only blew my nose once.
I fell asleep last night reading an advance reader's copy of Jay McInerney's The Good Life in which the characters from Brightness Falls ( a very good novel) are back. This time, the decadent 80s are behind them, as are the faux-conscientious '90s, and a 40-something couple are plunged into New York, circa 9.11, where they grapple with marital problems amidst a city that has been attacked by terrorists. McInerney's a good writer, but the book is pretty lame; it feels cheap to me. Cheap and dated. Is there anything of less interest than how 9.11 impacted wealthy, spoiled and disaffected New Yorkers? Because emotionally that's pretty much all that's going on here and it's freaking irritating. And, frankly, the entire book smacks of insincerity. I mean, if McInerney was Armistead Maupin that would be different. Then it might be OK to have serial characters in real situations reacting. But this is 4 years after 9.11 and McInerney seems to be trying to pass off the vagaries of people struggling with their romantic lives after 9.11 as profound. Further, the insider literary world McInerney did so well in Brightness Falls doesn't play as well in today's real literary world where every ambitious publishing assistant and their sister has published their own first novel filled with insider looks at the New York publishing world. I mean, seriously, who cares? I love that kind of shit and I don't even care.
OK, enough railing on Jay McInerney (I guess I'm disappointed; I really did like Brightness Falls).
Tonight I'm going to hopefully see Munich. I haven't left my house in six days, except to work, so this will be my first attempt to be amongst people and remain germ free. No, I will not be wearing a face mask (although I finally understand the allure of such things).
OK, now that I feel better, I hopefully can say I am back. After all, with so many blogs, I may need to rachet things up to keep my readers. I don't want to lose them to The Bill Richardson Blog after all.