One question I've grappled with in recent days: how to attempt droll tales of Olympic and dairy-producdt absurdity when some others in my immediate vicinity (ahem, Sally Jenkins) are being all serious and thinking important thoughts and writing about pollution and corporate profiteering and the despoiling of the Olympic dream. Kinda tough to jump from that to yak cheese and the Icelandic handball team.
So when famous humor person Dave Barry wandered near our office recently, I awkwardly hung around in his vicinity and waited to ask him certain key questions about how best to perform my assigned job duties. He agreed to speak with me, and then proceeded to curse at me and make fun of my hair.
But he also offered a dose of introspection on, among other things, fencing, curling, rhythmic gymnastics and cheese. We didn't make it to yak cheese, per se, but perhaps we'll meet again during halftime of an Icelandic handball match. Oh, and go read his droll columns about life in China, provided you don't point out that they're droller than mine.