Only rising stars can master their own universe. That sentence, for instance, is a perfect example my capabilities as a poet. One who was quite well compensated for his wordsmithage, don’t forget. But money and power are not enough for some people, meaning me.
This week has been full of especially news-worthy events. Let’s see what the New York Times and its readers are reading to stay informed.
Two months in New York, and I was begging for a chance to prove myself as a gift wrapper. The worst part was, I knew I couldn’t do it. My presents often looked like I wrapped them while riding a roller coaster. Even for items as easy as books I ended up using a half a roll of tape.
It should have occurred to me that someone who moves to a continent – a continent – where she doesn’t know anybody or speak the language might have a fierce, even irrational, independent streak.
Once we got in our room I popped the cheap champagne I bought to celebrate the occasion. I hadn’t seen Sara in two months, which, under the circumstances, seemed an intolerably long time. We had been e-mailing each other every day, and, in a way, that made every day seem like another day I didn’t get to see her.