Monday, September 11, 2000

Sarah wins

While my dreams -- when I can remember them at all -- seem generally to be meandering free verse packed with Freudian (and, in some cases, schadenfreudian) imagery, my friend Sarah dreams in commercially-viable sitcom pitches.

"Last night," she said, "I dreamed a comedy about the misadventures of a crew of nutty Ku Klux Klan members on the high seas. It was called Percale's Navy."

Friday, July 28, 2000

The Best Damn Kudu He Can Be

My favorite animal at the Zoo is the lesser kudu. You have to admire an animal with a name like that, laboring as he must in the shadow of the greater kudu. It must be like having an older brother who excelled at sports and academics in school, to whom you have always been compared and found lacking. A few months ago, I was visiting the Zoo at lunch with a friend and discovered the area where the lesser kudu is ordinarily found was empty.

I hope he made a break for it. I hope he made his way out into the world, free of expectations, shedding labels, determined only to be the best damn kudu he could be.