Finished Dan Brown's new book last Friday. While he, yet again, succeeded in keeping this reader until the last page was turned, the Lost Symbol came to a sputter at page 460. Chapters 123 through 133 were just 40 pages of anti-climactic babble and thinly-veiled advocacy. Yes, the story is festooned with symbols both archaic, e.g. religious, and phallic, e.g. Washington Monument, but its acquiescence to 21st century pop culture, e.g. twitter, gives it an edge that will appeal to a broad cross-section of readers.
It has been three years since this poem was written by a dear friend, and every year since on this very day I take liberty and claim ownership if only for a day (with her permission, of course). Thanks, Ibyang. No gift could be more precious.
Finally hit the Governor's last night. Always the consummate performer, the Amerykhan was so baduful my friend is officially a convert. If he smoked pot like most of the concert-goers, he would have jumped onstage.
*Pic was taken at the Liberty Jazz and R&B Fest 2008. Friend borrowed CF of last night's concert. Dick!