I know there were typos in that last post. The iPhone is fiendishly
difficult when it comes to precision pointing and text correction. So
screw it. The errors are me. You've got Bryan. Raw. Uncut.
How lucky for you.
Sent from my iPhone.
When we're young, we are inundated with new information all the time.
In a monumental effort to keep up, our minds hurriedly assign
relationships to objects for later recall. I am not a neuroscientist,
but I think it works exactly like taggig pictures in Facebook. Most of
the time it works well, but it can go horribly wrong, like tagging you
schnauzer as your Aunt Margaret.
For instance, when I was young I associated Cobb salad with corn. I am
certain this is becaus of the corn on the cob link, and I suspect my
dad lent some positive reinforcement to the mental mixup. He does
things like that.
So now every time I think Cobb salad I see lettuce, chicken and corn.
And every time I get a Cobb salad without corn (which happens to be
every...damn...time) I am a little disappointed. Which is a shame.
Cobb salads are delicious.
Every now and then, when I am in one of my less lucid and thus more
fantasy-prone states of mind (non-substance related, I assure you) I
get the urge to write a book. I get excited and determined about it,
then I fall asleep. I think it is a cruel irony that I am most
ambitious right before I doze off. C'est la vie. Or however you spell
that.
These delusions remain, albeit in a faded state, for a little while,
generally until I read something that I know I could never match in
quality. Occasionally, these diluted delusions (ha!) are killed by
hearing about people who use their celebrity to dabble in the creative
arts, thereby selling more copies in a day than I could give away in a
lifetime.
On The Today Show, the Mannings (all the football ones) showcased
their new children's book, "Family Huddle." It is a relief to know if
the quarterback thing doesn't pan out, at least they still have their
literary pursuits.
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