DEPARTMENT OF CLARIFICATION&OBFUSCATION (aka “Hope Springs Eternal”) — by Steve Nadis
Much ado about nothing, they said. “What, on Earth, are you babbling about Snake?” they also said, in response to my last cryptic post in which I apologized for something that, seemingly, no one knew about in the first place. Well, now’s the time to come clean–up to a point. A few nights ago, I had posted what I considered to be a funny entry about, well, I’d rather not say at the moment… The next morning, I pulled the plug on the entry, thinking I could expand it a bit and, who knows, maybe send it somewhere. To the New Yorker, for instance. Ya gotta think big, right? So I contacted a New Yorker writer I’ve talked with before (as a result of this blog, in fact), and he told me who to send it to and all that. So I printed it, tucked it in an envelope with the proper postage affixed, and put it in the mail.
For some reason, it’s a great feeling to put something like that in the mail. Despite the fact that all the other things I’ve sent to the New Yorker have come back in my self-addressed stamped envelope (SASE, for short, in this brutal business), until I hear from them–until my sorry-ass enclosed envelope makes its way back to me–there is hope that maybe this is the one. The moral of the story, I suppose, is that it’s great to always have something “in the mail” so to speak, something to pin your hopes on. They will be dashed, of course, in merciless fashion, but there’s always the next envelope, the next entry… To some, the message may be “hope springs eternal.” To others, no doubt, it’s “fools never learn.”
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What can I say? I’m humbled. One day I’m reading about you rubbing telephone lines with Speilberg, the next a pulled blog entry on its way to the New Yorker! Hope the envelope and its contents do good.
Hi FW — Welcome back. While you’ve been vacationing, I’ve been name-dropping up a storm. Don’t worry, Steven Spielberg still won’t take my calls. The fact that we have the same first name isn’t enough of a draw. As for that other matter, it’s just one of those longshots. Like buying lottery tickets: If you play, you can dream.
And to think, I missed the big one. Drat. I’m such a big fan of getting in on the ground floor, too. Good luck with all that follows. If it is penned, I would expect page and volume numbers. Good Luck!
Hey Snark,
This comment has nothing to do with your blog post, but that never stopped ZARDOZ so why should it stop me?
Didja see the story in the Globe today about the shooting in Montreal? I was relieved to hear that the police said it was not terrorism. I’m sure the 19 people who were injured and the family of the person who was killed feel the same way.
You’re a journalist so I hold you responsible for the rest of your ilk who let the authorities get away with uttering this bullshit.
Thanks, GS, I’m a big blowhard & braggart to boot, so if anything happens — which would be like winning the lottery or getting struck by lightning, though I’d prefer the former — I’ll be sure to crow about it right here in these pages.
Thank you too, Biggs. I may reply soon in a “Celebrity guest comment.”