1) The liver was disgusting. A failed culinary experiment. I however forced Grace to eat every bite before she could leave the table.
2) I totally made a Portnoy's complaint joke about the liver yesterday without even realizing it.
3) After I left work I suffered an attack of acute sheepishness about my Philip Roth rave and spent time contemplating how I could go back in time to before I had all that coffee and failed to restrain my enthusiasm. I tried to draw up some plans for a liver-powered time machine but it didn't work out.
4) Danny-what do you mean don't bother with When She Was Good? You think Roth can't write goys? True, not as well as he can write Jews but it's still worth reading.
5) Glad to know that Roth's prostate is fine.
6) Dave Smith needs a roommate, in case you missed the comment. That's a nice, relatively cheap place and I've lived with Dave before and besides the aforementioned walking in while you're having sex he is a considerate roommate.
7) The Garden of the Fitzi-Continis is good but I still fell asleep before it was over. It's kind of disconcerting how blonde and Aryan the Jews in it look, but I don't think I've ever met an Italian Jew so maybe that is how they look. I started to get the sinking feeling that maybe I haven't met one because most of them were wiped out in the Holocaust, but I looked it up this morning and about 17% of Italy's Jews were wiped out. As opposed to 91% in Poland, so think about that. Or don't. I'll think about it for you. Speaking of Italian Jews, you should read some Primo Levi if you haven't. The Periodic Table is good. He was a chemist, so he uses the characteristics of different elements in the periodic table to start each chapter. And speaking of scientists...
8) This is why I love science. Neuroscientists are starting a petition against the Dalai Lama speaking at the Society for Neuroscience Meeting this year. Here it is. Read it if you have a couple of minutes. It's great, especially the numbered points in the end.