So I was going to write a big post about how the BART trains in Berkeley--it stands for Bay Area Rapid Transit apparently--whenever they're just about to come to a full stop all make a sound like that part in Come Sail Away by Styx right before the weird whale song synthesizer breakdown ends and the guitar kicks back in and it starts to rule again, which always reminds me of the first episode of Freaks and Geeks when Sam is at the dance at the end, so that I'm all fired up but also close to weeping every time I get on the train, and if only public transportation was this emotional for more people everyone would take it instead of driving. But then after I finished watching Scrubs something called Victoria Beckham: Coming to America came on and it robbed me of my will to live. I just don't understand how she gets a show. Being the most attractive Spice Girl is like being the most apologetic German at Nuremberg. You really shouldn't get any credit for it, no matter how handsome of a dude you marry afterwards.
I was looking through the journal I kept when I took that trip a while back and I saw this announcement I heard while I was in George Bush airport in Houston: "Any inappropriate comments or jokes about security may result in your arrest." At first I assumed I was just messing around and made it up, but I must have known I wouldn't believe myself because there was a note next to the quote: "They just said this over the loudspeaker. You didn't make it up." God bless America. I also found two creepy pictures that I took while I was in Germany. I'll post them once I find a scanner so they can haunt your nightmares the same way they've been haunting mine.
But check this out. Yeah I have a reading next Thursday, July 26th, at 7 pm in San Francisco. It's through Green Apple Books at a place called the 540 Club--which is a bar--so the odds of a travesty where I fall down at some point and get hurt real bad are extraordinarily high. Come on out, because if nobody shows up I'm going to look like an ass...........Paul
