Slow day

Thanks to the wonders of actually having something approximating a life–i.e., an appointment that requires me to leave the vicinity of my apartment for the first time in days–content will be limited this morning. Besides, it’s all the Red Sox’ fault–what are they thinking to come back from a 3-0 deficit in dramatic fashion to force Game 7 tonight, thereby creating false hope in diehard and newbie (or recurring, or fickle) fans everywhere? Bastards. Because it’s just going to be a heartbreaker tonight. I cannot even contemplate the alternative.

Anyway, do check back in the early afternoon, however, for the next installment in the Idiosyncratic Interview series, which is still as sporadic as I had thought, but at least has moved up beyond the singular.

MID-AFTERNOON UPDATE: Whatever happens with the Sox tonight, Scribner’s going to be a very, very happy camper. (link from Publisher’s Lunch)