Tomorrow is my birthday. I am going to be 35, which will put me in a new demographic group of undesirables known as 35-49…ish. It means advertisers will no longer be as interested in what I want. It means movies, music, and television are no longer going to be targeted toward me. I am resisting the urge to quote Monty Python and the Holy Grail — “I’m not dead yet!”
I have a daughter who is in seventh grade. I am dangerously close to becoming the person who shoos the kids off her lawn; I already complain about their music and their clothes. I probably have more gray hair than not. I have a few wrinkles trying to start.
My mom and dad sent me an online gift certificate to Barnes and Noble. I did very well, coming in just 12¢ over the certificate limit. I decided on the following purchases:
- The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman (mainly on Roger’s recommendation of the books)
- A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
- Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
- Brokeback Mountain on widescreen DVD
Update: While browsing Barnes and Noble, I saw The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield prominently featured. I read some reviews and put it on my Wish List. It looks really good — and perfect for fall reading. Anyone want to online-book-club this one? Or maybe I should propose it to my student Book Club? Their first selection was — of all things — Lolita. It’s cute how they think they’re being bad by reading it.
On a more serious note, I want to thank all of you who came by and commented on my tribute to Eric Lehrfeld. Being a small part of 2,996 was one of the most amazing experiences I think I have had. I was extremely touched to be contacted by Eric’s sister, Elyse. I made some new friends and found some new blogs to read. But most of all, whenever I think of that horrible day from now on, I will always think of Eric and the family and friends who miss him.