If I was clever, I'd use today's post from an election related novel or book...but I'm not clever.
I was in the shower when I realized where I'd gone wrong. That's a cliche now, I know, but it wasn't then. Back then it was wildly new and my idea, and I would have copyrighted it had I foreseen it would become so popular, but well -- as with so many things, who knew? Anyway, there I was, the water drilling away, its wet warmth my amniotic tide, the shower curtain a plastic, plaid uterine wall. Then it occurs to me, like a gift from God: Shoes are our friends.
You might think, with that last line, that this was from one of those chick-lit books. But you are wrong - and I think I can safely say that I'd never quote one of those because I don't even think my wife has them at the house.
Nope, this instead is from Chip Kidd's The Learners: The After The Cheese Monkeys Book (yes, I think that's the official title. I thought I'd recently reviewed it, but I guess not. It's very fun though I recommend The Cheese Monkeys first.
Buy it at Alibris today!