Quote de jour

 This is a mini version this week. It's days like this (Super Bowl Sunday) when I feel more alien than usual. Am I the only person watching the Super Bowl for the ads? Kudos to Doritos. No matter how many times someone explains the rules of football to me, I go blank. Glazed eyes, cotton wool brain, drool worthy blank. The best part of the game so far is my molten blue cheese dip, and my personal half-time to do this blog. Go Saints!

I'm still reading Mary Karr's third memoir Lit in gape-mouthed awe of her poetic and masterful prose. How much do I love it? I'm posting another pic of the cover. That's a first at this blog.

How did I miss her other two memoirs?  Must remedy that oversight posthaste.

My brother's family put their nineteen-year-old cat to sleep yesterday. R.I.P Whiskers. He'll be in heaven if psychic Sylvia Browne is correct. I'm eager to read more of All Pets Go to Heaven.


http://www.sylviabrowne.com
If you're thinking of having a reading with her, you'll need patience; she has a three year waiting list.

Another psychic, Laura Day has a new book out with the clever title How to Rule the World From Your Couch. (how I wish!) I've enjoyed her previous best sellers especially Practical Intuition for fine-tuning my intuition, but this book is same old, same old, at least for me. Maybe it's it's time I wrote my own book on intuition.

Magazine this week include the brilliant in-your-face Rolling Stone cover.