You know there is something wrong with your life when Amazon sends you an email recommending a book entitled Valences of the Dialectic. Not that I don’t enjoy Frederic Jameson, Marxist dialectics, or Amazon.com. Or email.
I have learned recently that if the reception on your cell phone is poor, you probably want to avoid saying things like, “Hey, you’re breaking up” to your girlfriend while your voice fades in and out.
Yesterday I saw a bus that had the word “Desire” written on the ad stamped across its side, and I was all like, “Haha!!! A streetcar named Desire!!!” Then I noticed it was actually an advertisement for a theatrical production of A Streetcar Named Desire, and I felt really, really fucking stupid.