Truth be told, I don’t really have my “writing head” on today, but I also don’t like to disappear from these virtual pages for too long a stretch, so here are a few odds and ends to tide us all over until a more substantial update comes in the next couple of days. I’ll probably go into greater depth on a couple of these topics later in the week, so think of this as the written equivalent of a teaser trailer. Or something.
Probably the biggest news of the last few days is that I’m seriously considering going back to school to finish off my long left-for-dead bachelor’s degree. It’s a daunting concept in some ways: honestly, I have no idea how much I’d have left to do, or how many of my old credits would actually be worth something all these years later. That said, I’m sick and tired of watching people who are neither smarter nor more able than myself have access to many more opportunities than I do simply because they finished college. I’ll probably have a lot more to say about this in the days and weeks to come, but I’ve pretty much decided that I’m going to do it, if for no other reason than it will make my future a brighter place, and give me some assurance that my future visits to places like Borders will all take place on the customer’s side of the counter.
Went to Umberto’s Clam House on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx for a lovely dinner with Rhea on Thursday. Best lasagna I’ve had, well, maybe ever; Rhea, for her part, was similarly enthusiastic about her seafood dish. I’m always happy when she and I find a place to eat that we agree on. Food is one area in which our tastes tend to be fairly different, so discovering more common ground is always a welcome thing.
I haven’t mentioned American Idol lately, but that’s mostly because there’s not all that much to talk about anymore. With James Durbin’s surprise exit last week, the show lost its last remaining interesting stage performer. Lest you think that I somehow joined Team James somewhere along the way, let me assure you otherwise. While I think it was fun to watch him work a stage, the simple fact remains that he can’t really sing particularly well; to call his performance of “Don’t Stop Believin’” on key would be massively generous…and also complete fiction. The three remaining contestants can all sing, but none of them have the first idea of how to own a stage or a crowd (hint: staring at the microphone and/or your shoes ain’t how it’s done). Honestly, I don’t care who wins at this point; both Scotty McCreery and Lauren Alaina seem like nice kids, but pop country (or, as I insist on calling it much to Rhea’s chagrin, “cheese and crackers”) is just about my least favorite type of music on the planet. I don’t quite understand how Haley Reinhart has made it this far; compared to the other contestants, she’s totally lacking in charisma and artistic direction. If I’ve gotta choose, I’ll say I hope McCreery wins, simply because I predicted he would way back when, and who doesn’t like saying “I told you so”?
Last and most likely least, I am now on Facebook. It’s as underwhelming an experience as I thought it would be so far, but if it helps me get the word out there about this writing, what the hell. I’m under my real name: that’s “Will” with two “L”’s, and the last name is spelled Z-i-f-i-c-s-a-k. If ever anyone deserved a few college credits just for being able to spell their own name, ‘tis me.