I have no idea what happened to this post
So, yesterday I had, as I think I mentioned eariler, like a really, really good day. If you take a look at my various posts, generally I don't write about good days, and if I have one, i usually think to write about something else--something universal, that all of us can relate to, something, in other words, that isn't my good day.
Because really, how many of us can sympathize with my good day? How many of you out there, could honestly, despite your best intentions, actually manage to give a fuck? I'm pretty sure I couldn't--that 'what a great day I had!' posts of my friends are traditionally the ones I skim with a quickness and get on to the bit about bugboy3001's cat's new ailment. Pain, loss, misery--those are things that are universal, that all of us can relate to. Take for instance, the thing that got my day off to such a good start: my celebrity citing.
So, I met a bunch of people who live in the hostel here a couple of nights ago, and one thing suggested to me by a girl name Anita was that I take a gigantic tour of the city by foot one day--I decided to follow her advice and walk from where I am, Notting hill, to the Tate Modern, which I'll get to, eventually.
On the way from the one to the other are about 18 skajillion miles of public park: Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park, and Green Park all run roughly diagonally in the right direction towards Tate modern.
So, after stopping by the postbox to dump a ton of postcards in the mail, I headed southeast through Kensington Gardens. I was wandering down this deserted path through a rather wild section of park for an English garden, when I see two women, one maybe late thirties, one 60s, and as I get close, I can't help but notice that the younger of the two is Susan on my favorite TV show, Coupling. She was having a rather quiet, intense conversation with whom I presume was her mother, and so didn't feel at all inclined to disturb her, but it was still kind of a thrill for me--really, more of a thrill in a kind of star-struck way than I would normally like to admit.
But I'm trying to use it here to make a point--how many of you can possibly care about Sarah Alexander, a woman who I'll bet anything just about none of you have ever heard of. Can you vicariously feel that sort of post-brush-with-my-celebrity-crush spring in my step? Can you enjoy that?
Of course you can't. Of course the best you can do is say to yourself "Oh, well then, that's nice for him, isn't it? I wonder if anyone else has written anything interesting." Which is exactly my point--here it is that I've had a really good day, and now it's like I've really got to bust my ass to convey it to anyone in a way that is even marginally interesting to read.
But I preservere.
So, after quite the tour, I found myself a Tate Modern, on the far side of the Thames, is just about the coolest museum ever--you walk into the gallery and instantly find yourself under a 20ft tall abstract sculpture of a giant spider.
Dag--so I previewed my post just now only to find that the link has turned the whole thing into raw data, which is weak, because I've been over the html, and even gone so far as to check it against the faq, and I'll be damned if I can figure out what's wrong. And hell, I don't even feel like finishing this post now.
Because really, how many of us can sympathize with my good day? How many of you out there, could honestly, despite your best intentions, actually manage to give a fuck? I'm pretty sure I couldn't--that 'what a great day I had!' posts of my friends are traditionally the ones I skim with a quickness and get on to the bit about bugboy3001's cat's new ailment. Pain, loss, misery--those are things that are universal, that all of us can relate to. Take for instance, the thing that got my day off to such a good start: my celebrity citing.
So, I met a bunch of people who live in the hostel here a couple of nights ago, and one thing suggested to me by a girl name Anita was that I take a gigantic tour of the city by foot one day--I decided to follow her advice and walk from where I am, Notting hill, to the Tate Modern, which I'll get to, eventually.
On the way from the one to the other are about 18 skajillion miles of public park: Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park, and Green Park all run roughly diagonally in the right direction towards Tate modern.
So, after stopping by the postbox to dump a ton of postcards in the mail, I headed southeast through Kensington Gardens. I was wandering down this deserted path through a rather wild section of park for an English garden, when I see two women, one maybe late thirties, one 60s, and as I get close, I can't help but notice that the younger of the two is Susan on my favorite TV show, Coupling. She was having a rather quiet, intense conversation with whom I presume was her mother, and so didn't feel at all inclined to disturb her, but it was still kind of a thrill for me--really, more of a thrill in a kind of star-struck way than I would normally like to admit.
But I'm trying to use it here to make a point--how many of you can possibly care about Sarah Alexander, a woman who I'll bet anything just about none of you have ever heard of. Can you vicariously feel that sort of post-brush-with-my-celebrity-crush spring in my step? Can you enjoy that?
Of course you can't. Of course the best you can do is say to yourself "Oh, well then, that's nice for him, isn't it? I wonder if anyone else has written anything interesting." Which is exactly my point--here it is that I've had a really good day, and now it's like I've really got to bust my ass to convey it to anyone in a way that is even marginally interesting to read.
But I preservere.
So, after quite the tour, I found myself a Tate Modern, on the far side of the Thames, is just about the coolest museum ever--you walk into the gallery and instantly find yourself under a 20ft tall abstract sculpture of a giant spider.
Dag--so I previewed my post just now only to find that the link has turned the whole thing into raw data, which is weak, because I've been over the html, and even gone so far as to check it against the faq, and I'll be damned if I can figure out what's wrong. And hell, I don't even feel like finishing this post now.