Summer isn’t what it used to be, is it? I neither giddily await its arrival nor lament its passing. Whereas summer once meant travel and sunburned feet and a continuously-lit drinking lamp, it now only holds one promising possibility – the chance to get caught up on some reading. I read numerous lists about the best books to read this summer and I had high hopes, but alas, summer was not the reading extravaganza I had hoped for … still, it was not without its well-read moments.
Writing Is A Shitty Gig
I worked on an account for a new kind of cataract lens. Traditional cataract lenses are monofocal, that is, they provide vision at only one fixed distance, still, for someone with the cloudy overall vision caused by cataracts, this rocks. But the natural human lens actually flexes a bit and this allows you to see things at varying distances and the lens I was writing about was supposed to give patients back their natural ability to see things near, far and in-between. I authored propaganda about this particular product on many fronts, including a few radio spots we were set to record.
The NFL’s State Of “Dread”
It’s been a personal source of perplexity. It hits me hardest when I watch NFL football. It distracts me from the game. Makes me think about grooming and culture and shampoo and colorful beads when I should be thinking about touchdowns, onside kicks, run-pass options and cheerleaders. I don’t know enough about dreadlocks!