What the hell is egg cream?
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deviWe braved a downpour to go and see Jonathan Lethem read from his new book last night. He reads very nicely, and sings well too despite apologising for his voice, and I stood at the back and dripped quietly, enthralled. Then it was time for the Q&A session.
This doesn't usually happen to me, but towards the end, a question leaped into my head. And it actually wasn't a bad question. It was something I really wanted to know his answer to. (He's that rare sort of writer, a literary type who uses sci-fi plot devices. I was going to say, "There's a school of thought who think science fiction can never be literature. What would you say to them? What do you think it has to teach us?") Three hands shot up, including mine. "Two more," he said, "you [a bald guy on the other side of the shop] and... you." Eep! Me! I'm sure he was pointing at me.
But a guy who was sort of in front and to the left of me jumped in. And I don't want to be a sore loser, but the guy asked a really boring question about JL's life in Manhattan, and JL went off on a ramble about how much he missed something called "Dave's Egg Cream".
Like I said. What on earth is egg cream?
Afterwards, Matt said he'd been thinking of asking the very same question. There was speculation about telepathy and who thought of the question first. It all hinges on whether thoughts are lighter than air, and thus float upwards, or are heavier and fall to settle on heads below the level of the original thinker.
Me, I'm for lighter than air, but then I would be.
Still. Egg cream! Humph.
This doesn't usually happen to me, but towards the end, a question leaped into my head. And it actually wasn't a bad question. It was something I really wanted to know his answer to. (He's that rare sort of writer, a literary type who uses sci-fi plot devices. I was going to say, "There's a school of thought who think science fiction can never be literature. What would you say to them? What do you think it has to teach us?") Three hands shot up, including mine. "Two more," he said, "you [a bald guy on the other side of the shop] and... you." Eep! Me! I'm sure he was pointing at me.
But a guy who was sort of in front and to the left of me jumped in. And I don't want to be a sore loser, but the guy asked a really boring question about JL's life in Manhattan, and JL went off on a ramble about how much he missed something called "Dave's Egg Cream".
Like I said. What on earth is egg cream?
Afterwards, Matt said he'd been thinking of asking the very same question. There was speculation about telepathy and who thought of the question first. It all hinges on whether thoughts are lighter than air, and thus float upwards, or are heavier and fall to settle on heads below the level of the original thinker.
Me, I'm for lighter than air, but then I would be.
Still. Egg cream! Humph.
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"It rises like the falling snow..."
Date: 2004-01-16 08:41 pm (UTC)I have 'Love is Lighter than Air' in my head now, which is nice.
It's a crime, crime, crime...
Date: 2004-01-16 08:45 pm (UTC)Pardoned with a slap on the punctuative cortex.