This morning I ascended from the bowels of MUNI to find Cool Hand Luke standing at the top of the stairs. “Long time, no see,” I said as he hugged me hello. (This is exceedingly clever because I’d just seen him a couple of days before. ) I hadn’t expected to see him for another month, so it was a nice surprise.
Too bad the day went — well, not downhill, exactly. Just all over the place, like a wacky zig-zagging road with deep potholes. If something could get complicated, it did. I didn’t get home until nine, at which point Meg rewarded me with a margarita. Three sips in, I got thrown into another work situation that kept me busy until 10 minutes ago. Serenity now!
Speaking of work, two things of note. First, you can read my ramblings about sunscreen at Style.com; thanks to Celia for including me in the piece. Secondly, my story on the Black Keys is out in the new issue of Nylon Guys. It’s the one with Jonah Hill on the cover; for the longest time I got him confused with Jonah Hex, and wondered why the schlubby guy from Superbad was in a Megan Fox movie. Anyway, I’m 90% happy with how the piece turned out. Honestly, the turnaround was so quick that it’s a wonder my brain pushed out anything better than “Ohio duo cute, play loud music, new record good.” All of those things are true, for what it’s worth.