Yesterday running from downtown to Ben Greenman’s reading at Book Soup, I stopped for gas. This is not especially interesting, except that it allows me to write “yesterday” in a blog post, which I can’t do at the LA Times, and I got to stand there and look at the sky. I could have gotten a better picture of the clouds if the pump I was using had one of those little flippy things to secure its flow while you wander away.
Currently reading: The new Paris Review. Actually, doing more carrying around than reading — one of the disadvantages of getting around the city in a car.
I know what you mean: when I go on publicity calls to New York for work, I end up getting a lot of reading done, just like in my daily commute here in Chicago. But when I make calls in Los Angeles, I find that I barely get any reading done . . . because I’m always in the car. Admiring the scenery, but in the car.