I'm a happily married man; I must stop ogling Erin's GlamourShots. I admire anyone who can take a good picture, on either side of the camera; the only model posing I've done (and quite enough, thank you) has been on several occasions for column photos, the most successful of which inspired a colleague to say, "He looks like  Cesar Romero as the Joker." And that was years ago; these days, I look like Roger Ebert with less hair.
Speaking of glamour photos, I haven't done more than leaf through my Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue while carrying it in from the mailbox the other day; to those of us who recall Cheryl Tiegs in her 30s, these interchangeable beanpoles in their teens are allureless. Something else that was cute on first appearance but now common and stale: Companies running jokey ads in the swimsuit issue, "By the time you get to page 120, you'll need to cool off — Lipton Iced Tea"; "The second most stimulating sight in this magazine — Craftsman Sale at Sears."
Okay, you've realized I have absolutely nothing to say, but am treating myself to a brief Weblogging break when I should get some sleep, dizzy with overdue work (though my bosses are being really kind) and family phone calls and in a few hours joining Patricia who's already with the Conn./N.Y. family for Cousin Margaret's funeral ... my miraculous sister Lisa is still unconscious (Thursday some setbacks, Friday some hope) in the ICU at Brigham & Women's and will be for the foreseeable future, as we begin to stumble from the shock of a sudden deathbed summons toward the infinitely happier but hazy possibility of months of care-giving and logistical and financial fracas.
I'll write more on this — and someday some actual other content, the Joker is mainly because all the visual elements have scrolled off the page, I love links as much as anyone but it's ironic to get some while shoving the log onto the back burner, when I jotted the birthday memoir for my friend Roxi I had no idea this page was about to turn into Eric's Daily Death & Grief — more later, anyway, but I'm posting instead of sleeping tonight because I want to thank the new friends who've sent e-mails and referrals and comments and prayers and good wishes; I can't wait to introduce Lisa to the London/Azores photographer and the gifted designer/comedian and the New Jersey typesetter/philosopher and the Australian gold medalists. Heartfelt thanks, for Lis and myself and all the family. Have a good weekend. Wake me up and let me know which side won the CSS/tables war.
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