Hola, amigos. I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya but things have been crazy.
Lots of people have asked me when I'm going to start blogging again, which is nice. I've been quite busy with a lot of things, among them trying to turn Lysistrata 3000 the play into Lysistrata 3000 the novel. That's going pretty well, I find that every time I return to that mythos it gets farther and farther away from the original Lysistrata. To look at what I've written so far, you would conclude that it was about a guy named Jeff. That's what people will remember centuries from now, when my version is definitive. They will forget about Aristophes' vision and they will remember Jeff.
I don't think I will be prolific here again for a while but while I'm here: I just read an article about Jeremy Piven, being presented by the Chicago Tribune as "finally" having "made it". I thought the framing was a little odd, because maybe he's been sidekick for many years but I think he's been an awfully rich and famous sidekick. But anyway, what I liked about the article was this:
"Jeremy Piven's a local boy, but he's no Chicagoan. He's a devout Evanstonian...Even now, Piven identifies intensely, very nearly ecstatically, with his north suburban hometown. He was late for our meeting at the Blind Faith Cafe because, he explained, 'I couldn't jump in a cab, it's so beautiful; I had to walk through Evanston.'"
A tear swelled in my eye when I read that. Damn right.