Speaking of naps, a reader writes:
I’ve been catching up on the blog as I
was busy/not plugged in last week. Wonder if I’m the
only reader who actually prints it out to take to bed
to read? Kind of defeats the purpose of a paperless
medium, but it sure feels good to be back in your own
bed with something good to read.
I only know of one other person who prints out “About Last Night” to read, and he does it because (so he says) he’s too old to do serious reading off a video screen. Not me. Like H.L. Mencken, I read better when lying down, but I’d no more print out a blog and read it in bed than I’d read a magazine while driving a car. Bed is for books, most recently Linda Danly’s Hugo Friedhofer: The Best Years of His Life, Gregory Dicum’s Window Seat: Reading the Landscape from the Air,
Michael Dregni’s Django: The Life and Music of a Gypsy Legend, and the forthcoming third volume of Letters from a Life: Selected Letters of Benjamin Britten, the last of which I plan to finish before I turn out the light tonight, unless I decide instead to pick up Brian Garfield’s Hopscotch first.
All this notwithstanding, I’m glad to know that my correspondent (who is a West Coast-based cabaret singer) is so dedicated to the everlasting search for cultural illumination that she takes “About Last Night” to bed with her! If anyone else out there indulges in this particular perversity, drop me a line–it’ll make me smile.