Day 23
I received an email from Seymour Hersh last night. He wants to meet and to chat. About cyberwar. He is probably going to be the most famous person I will ever meet... Or maybe that was Jerry Dale McFadden and the rest of the Mavericks back in 2000 and 4 or 5? Not sure. At least I only have to choose between two famous people, because that's all I ever met in my entire life. vs. [btw: Am I a bad person for asking myself, now, after the initial euphoria has worn off a little:"why does Sy [as he is known to his friends] want to meet me in Zurich and not in New York or Washington DC?"] In my after-Sy-Hersh-wrote-me-an-email-high - it was late and I was tired - I promised a beautiful young man to write something about American Idol and Glee today. So here goes: Thinking about American Idol makes me think about fame. More specifically, our desire to partake in fame more than we actually want to have fame ourselves: being famous is far too much work, really. (Not tha...