I’ve been spending a lot of time reading on the internet recently. Mostly because my U2 biography is a giant coffee-table book and when I try to read it in bed, it crushes my chest. The internet is lighter.
I’ve really enjoyed reading Meg Fowler recently. She writes, I think, in a similar fashion to how I do — I think (because I don’t know her, I am only imagining) that she probably writes very much like she talks. I like that style. I like the whole “storytelling” aspect of it. Plus, she’s funny like a funny thing that’s funny.
And then, of course, there’s our very own lovely and talented Fiona at Confessions from the Home Office. Fiona also has a lovely storytelling style, full of gentle wit. And she is my exercise guru. (Do not tell her about the snack food fest that’s been happening here this weekend — OOPS. Never mind.)
For those of you who are fans, Zach Braff has a blog. It’s kind of in newsletter format, sometimes intermittent, but he has a fairly earnest style of writing, very kid-in-a-candy-store, that makes me think that he’s just as jazzed to be part of the entertainment business as you or I would if we were suddenly plopped down in the middle of it. He seems to be a decent sort.
And then, for my own personal geekness, I’ve installed an RSS reader. So now I’m getting feeds direct to my desktop about adoption, Ethiopia, volleyball, entertainment… totally the laziest way to surf the ‘net. I like that now, the internet is my bitch, man.
And now, off to read.