Friday, April 27, 2007

ISYGF, Chapter 5: The Story So Far

Okay, here's the deal: It's not that I stopped reading Proust. Oh, no. As a matter of fact, I have passed the 200-page mile marker, so in your face, haters! Uh, if I were a big enough deal to have any. But my point is that I've been reading Proust; I just haven't been writing about him. The problem is twofold:

1.I don't want this thing to degrade into a never-ending series of “boy, the guy sure wrote some long-ass sentences, huh?” jokes, and it was getting hard to figure what else to write; and
2.I kept reading this thing in coffeeshops, or in bed, and I would have these really great (heh) insights, but by the time I was anywhere near my computer again, I'd have completely forgotten about them.

I've been thinking about it, and I know what I need to do. I've tried to figure out a way around it, I've tried to convince myself it's unneccessary, but it's no use: This is the way of the Proust blogger. This is the burden we carry.

And so it has come to this: I must take that last step that separates me from anyone remotely sane or normal. That's right: I no longer will be that pretentious snot in the coffeeshop reading Proust. No: I will be that pretentious snot in the coffeeshop reading Proust and taking notes.

I will never date again.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

ISYGF, Mea Culpa: Je Me Regrette.

Dang. Two months. Two whole months.

I totally regret myself, guys. I'm sorry. But hey, I just went roller skating tonight for the first time in weeks, so a little Proust can't be far behind. Promise. We will get this party back on track, tiny erections and all.