6.28.01

vacation is good. since i arrived in sf, i’ve done very little, which was exactly what i needed. lauren and joe are at work all day long and i’m lounging around their apartment, mainly breaking up fights between the cats and reading dave eggar’s Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. at the moment, little cat is curled up in my lap like a little purr-monster. what he lacks in a tail and front left leg (the latter was lost in a car wreck, the former never existed in the first place), he makes up for in purrs and sheer pluck. and he’s at that attrociously cute phase in which his ears and paws are fully-grown, but the rest of his body is about 1/4-cat sized, and his odd gait and lack of a tail make him look exactly like a bunny when he hops around the house.

dave eggars has yet to actually break my heart with the book (altho the first chapter about everyone dying of cancer was enough to give me nightmares on tuesday), he is a fabulous writer. tonight we’re driving down to palo alto like the literary dorks that we are so that dave eggars can perhaps sign lauren’s copy of the book or maybe answer one of our questions. last time we tried to go to a dave eggars reading, we arrived right on time to discover that everyone else has arrived much earlier than that; we were so far outside the building that we could only tell that he said witty things because of the belly laughs that echoed out of the room. we did, however, notice that the crowd outside the building was the most amazing collection of young, hip, beautiful, literally-looking types the city has ever produced. we agreed that next time we were looking for a beautiful literary boy to pick up on, we’d head for the nearest book reading and show up 10 minutes late. luckily, i already have a beautiful literary boy at the moment, so i can limit my book readings to the ones i’m actually interested in.

time to play lauren’s geetar a bit, and then go for a run in the marina.