I WANT ONE
Here’s the story of how we got to the iWatch. This will be the first time I pay more than $50 for a watch in my whole life. (Charles, as you may recall my telling you, had a watch that cost THREE HUNDRED dollars . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . wait for it . . . to clean! Which he had to do every year or two. And is why he was the fashion designer and I was the guy telling you to buy cans of tuna in bulk on sale.) But I live for April 24 . . . which is to say, given the mayhem that will doubtless surround the launch, a minute after midnight Pacific time today, April 10 — when I presumably pre-ordered mine but didn’t tell you about this yesterday for fear you’d get in line before me.
INCONCEIVABLE
Could you never have seen “The Princess Bride“? I assume you have, and assume you loved it — as folks as disparate as Pope John Paul II and Bill and Chelsea Clinton did — in which case I commend for your weekend power-walking pleasure Cary Elwes’s As You Wish: Inconceivable Tales from the Making of The Princess Bride, read by Wesley himself. This may not seem like the manliest recommendation I’ve ever made in this space — I am a guy who insists his server bring him his pomegranate margerita in “a manly glass,” not one of those dainty martini glasses, because, as I explain to her, “I have masculinity issues” — but this is a movie about swordplay and pirates and giants — and rodents of unusual size — and, of course, about true love. What could be more manly than that?
Have a great weekend.
