Re-crap

The cyclone in Myanmar is now reputed to have killed 50,000 people and displaced millions. These numbers are higher than the tsunami. Myanmar has asked for aid from other countries, but so far, no-one has been allowed in. In other news, the Democrats duke it out in Indiana and North Carolina today and if Obama wins both it's pretty certain that he will be his party's nominee. Due to the rising price of oil, people with SUVs are scrambling to sell them and people in small cars are feeling smug (me among them). The Fritzl case goes on. The situation gets worse and worse as more and more is uncovered about this man. It's so epic that it feels novel-like in its operatic hideousness. Uncle Carlos has bought the Independent and the family is trying to figure out why. It's grey and dull in Los Angeles at the beginning of summer and I'm beginning to feel somewhat afloat in my desire to create something of worth. I was offered a job the other day which made me very happy, even though it's a job I don't want, but it did do something to prop up my sagging self-worth. I made the mistake of telling J was I was writing last night as we huddled in a corner of Grace, grasping thin glasses of pinot grigio, celebrating Neil & Amy's 5th anniversay. I know he only asked because we knew no-one and we'd run out of conversation. "So what are you working on" he asks and I tell him it's a not so thinly veiled story about my grandfather's secret life and the Royal Copenhagen china. He looks over my shoulder as I speak and then says, "So, is there a murder in it." Funny, right? I don't laugh, of course and we're out of there, off to a little Italian place on Beverly where they make really good pizza and proper rucola salad with shaved parmigiano, and where they cut their parma ham thick enough, so it doesn't stick to the plate. "This is why I don't tell you about my stuff," I say and he smiles at me with this twinkly love. It's okay. Besides, maybe the story needs a gory little murder. Or some incest. Or an underground cellar. New place to be excited about: Norfolk, CT.