1. As my kindergartner and I ran out of the public library one day last week (we realized his siblings were about to arrive off the school bus to an empty house), I thought I caught a blur of Sanjaya's face on the New Nonfiction shelf. I assumed it must be a book about the American Idol phenomena or the state of American television, but, no, this dude scored a book deal. I'm torn between horrified outrage and admiration for this great country we live in where anyone can succeed.
2. "ER" is up to its final episode. I've watched it from the beginning with Doctors Ross, Green, and Benton. If I were to have a girl baby in the future, I would fight my husband tooth and nail to name her Neela after the doctor played by Parminder Nagra. Judge all you want. Thank God for "30Rock" or I'd be lost on Thursdays in the upcoming months. Maybe I'll get more reading done.
3. I dropped my son off to play at a friend's house on Saturday morning. The boy's mom, a friend of mine, invited me in to see her new couches. They are lovely, but of more interest to me was the episode of "The Brady Bunch" the daughters of the house were watching. They had checked out the entire third season of "The Brady Bunch" on DVD from our public library. I could have parked my rear on those couches all day once I heard Jan whining, "Marcia, Marcia, Marcia." Luckily, I know she gets hers when that ball whacks her in the nose.
4. Finally, in bookish screen news, at my book club last week, I heard that a movie is being made of one of my favorite books, The Time Traveler's Wife. Apparently it will star Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana. While information like this might not be as accurate as something read in Variety, it is lots more fun to hear it from a neighbor while working on a whiskey sour than by reading it in a magazine.