It took me no time to get to work today — the cab FLEW up Sixth Avenue in less time than it took me to finish my drink. Is that a sign that today is going to fly by? Perhaps it is. Perhaps it is a sign that I feel like I got hit by a speeding cab on my way home from Indonesia. The jet lag is kind of settling in here at 30 Rock.
Last night I watched the AMA performance that we should have been discussing in place of Glambert's, Whitney Houston's "I Didn't Know My Own Strength." I loved it! She gave it, hard. And then they gave her a fake award that I guess was made up by Dick Clark, the "International Award" celebrating her international success. Huh? I think the A-List Award might actually carry more weight than an AMA International Award, but I don't care because it was a great performance.
Many (meaning actually none) of you have inquired what books I read on my trip. I weirdly wound up reading two oral histories: the unauthorized account of the history of The Simpsons and one about The Second City. The Simpsons book was a pretty good read and a cautionary tale about what happens as a result of success (lots of fighting about money and credit). The Second City book was one of the most boring I have ever read. I wanted to throw it off the boat, but I don't brake for polluters. I hated it. Am I making myself clear?
I have so much work to do that I gots to leave it at that! That family from the mountains who sell Christmas trees for the month of December and live in their camper on Jane Street are back. Here's their setup: