Dear American Airlines
Original airdate: August 1, 2008
I knew I was in trouble before I stepped foot into that interview room. Women tend to respond to what they hear (or read) and I was composing flirtatious conversations with Jonathan Miles by about page four of his book. His book was fantastic and in between those hardbound covers were 150 pages of late night reading that got my interviewing psyche all juicy.
But I’m not unique. Miles seems to have that power over everyone. On-line interviews state that literary greats chisel his name on their tombstones. His first date with published writing was with the swoon-worthy “Oxford American.” Jon Hodgman talks about his mental physique in a recorded “welcome greeting” on the dearamericanairlines.com webpage. Miles turned me into a babbling mess on the microphone and I could not form a coherent sentence.
In his Cocktails Column for the New York Times he wrote:
“IDEALLY, a cocktail consumed at 4 a.m. should be transitional. It should serve as a bridge between the night that was and the morning to come, equally adept at picking you up and winding you down. It should gently prepare you for the startling pastel rays of dawn — since the sunrise, when you’ve been out all night, always seems to come as a surprise, like a pursuer you thought you had eluded. A drink at that hour should usher in thoughts of, say, pancakes. Ladies and gentlemen, crawlers of the urban predawn, I give you that cocktail…”
See what I mean? A chiseled and dreamy piece of good writing.
I’ll leave the rest of the mushy gushing to the interview. You can be embarrassed for me.
Thanks again,
Liz
