No excuses

I realized my last three blogs had apron-wringing excuses for not posting regularly. Enough of that.

I'm reading Raymond Carver right now and I keep getting to the end of stories and going, "What?" His minimalism is heroic (although apparently that had a lot to do with his editor) and his stories are real and spartan. And real spartan, I guess. I wonder if we will ever have a great minimalist again. I think Hollywood has burned that bridge. More, more, more, you know? Which is not always better. What about precision? How about qualitative over quantitative? I'm just rambling here. Mostly I'm angry that Avatar got the Golden Globe for best picture. I haven't seen it, but I'm a snarky blogger now and so I can say that kind of thing. Go watch the "Bitch Pleez" SNL sketch on Weekend Update.