the newest issue of the new yorker arrived in the mail today [i get the paper edition delivered by old-fashioned snail mail] & thumbing thru it i find a little piece about norwegian-american writers meeting & reading in NYC & i wonder what it might mean if i were invited because i am 1/2 norwegian no shit maternal grandma from bergen who emigrated to the u.s. after wwii & if i were invited they would have a lopez in their midst & what that might mean for the sound, sight & complexion of the u.s. is changing & as the old saying goes you can't judge a book by the you know what