A List: Vanity Fair’s New Establishment 2009

Steve Jobs is No. 2 on the list.

Brad and Angelina are No. 8 on the list. (And poor Jennifer Aniston is nowhere)

No. 18 is French President, Nicolas Sarkozy.

No. 27 is “Star Trek” director J. J. Abrams.

No. 29 is Judd Apatow, director of “Funny People” and “Knocked Up.”

No. 40 is Meryl Streep.

No. 47 is Robert de Niro.

No. 49 is Arnold Schwarzenegger.

No. 71 is Dan Brown.

No. 79 is Stephen Colbert.

No. 80 is Rush Limbaugh.

No. 82 is Stephanie Meyer.

Self is extremely depressed that the only novelists who made the list are Dan Brown and Stephanie Meyer.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

Home, Reading

It’s been a hectic day, but now it is (almost) over. Self is at home, reading. Oh, how self loves her Ruth Rendell mystery (13 Steps Down), and she feels like an absolute slug-a-bug when she counts the number of books this woman has written:

  • 19 Chief Inspector Wexford novels
  • 21 other novels
  • 7 short story collections
  • 1 novella
  • 2 works of non-fiction

and, last but not least, 11 novels written under the name “Barbara Vine”

So, in other words, this woman is writing, writing all the time. She has no distractions, or doesn’t let anything distract her. Perhaps she never had children (or perhaps she did, and self is just jealous, green-eyed with envy once again).

Self loves the rendition of male and female points of view (Might as well be the fictional rendering of Men are From Mars …) in this mystery, and her breath quickens every time she turns the page.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

Oh, the Excitement!

Dear Bro called from LA around 10:30 this morning. Self said, no problem, she could pick him up. Did he want to come with her to Filipino authors reading in the City, in the Bayanihan Community Center, at 2 p.m.? Dear Bro said yes, with alacrity.

Then, the following things happened:

Somewhere around Millbrae, on the 101, self’s engine overheated. Car slowed to 20 miles an hour. She barely had time to nudge it onto an exit. Luckily, a few feet from the exit was a Doubletree Hotel. Self glided into the parking lot.  So gracefully that she actually landed in a space directly across from the hotel’s main entrance, and exactly between the two white lines of the parking stall, which is a very rare occurrence.

Then, she called Dear Bro. Ah, could he possibly get a cab and meet her at the Doubletree? He said he could, and he did.

Next, self asked Dear Bro’s taxi if he could take the two of us to the nearest car rental place (as self was determined, simply determined, to take him to the reading with Read the rest of this entry »

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