I have not been too motivated to blog lately. It seems everywhere I turn or read, blogs are full of chortle about the Dem primary and our obsession with irrelevant details or the wisdom, travels and pictures of people and their kids or dogs. I have been guilty myself for far too long. Baby Cart in Peril will forward you to yet another cyberhole of images of our family at http://gallery.mac.com/aldredj to view our spawn and I'll try to use this post for things of a bit more interest from time to time.
People I imagine would respectfully decline (on the grounds of death or unfamiliarity) if propositioned per that lame scenario game of who would you like to invite to dinner:
James Baldwin
we'd drink a great deal and play pin the tail on Norman Mailer
My grandmother
bake some bread, catch up, introduce her to my kids
Gore Vidal
he's still alive and I'm not of his social class, but it's worth the stamp
H.L. Mencken
Eastern shore crab and some pints of strong ale. We could read his old columns
Vonnegut
it'd be okay to smoke again for one night
James Joyce
I can happily leave him with my spouse and return in a weeklylifedayyearlifetimeago
The Kids Table
Sylvia Plath
We could entertain a few of her current fans (if they get their driver's license issued by dinner night) I could introduce her to some working single mothers and ask her to refrain from commenting on how dirty my oven is.
Van Morrison
Let's listen to some good music and discuss where he went wrong
Jonathan Franzen and David Foster Wallace
have a book burning
Oprah
Someone needs to do the dishes
