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Last night I went with Julia and Liz to see Vikram Chandra speak at the SAAM about his new book, Sacred Games. From what I can tell from the excerpts he read last night, The New York Times Book Review totally did him a mischief when they compared the language and complexity of construction to Finnegan's Wake. Serves the NYTBR right, though, because I guess that in illustrating their point about the difficult vocabulary, they printed half a dozen truly filthy words in Punjabi, for which they now have to print a retraction and apology. Which is pretty funny. And I still really want to subscribe to the New York Times Book Review. Anyways, good times, great oldies, fun time with girls having dinner at the Hopvine beforehand.
I had an interview this morning, which I think went really well, but I'm not going to jinx it by overanalyzing it here. Then I went to do my volunteer work at the museum. Museum was uneventful, but on my way back to catch the bus up the Greenwood, I was standing on the corner of 3rd and Union when I noticed a guy crossing the street holding a small bottle. Next thing I know, he has passed and the hair of the woman next to me is completely on fire. The man had dropped the bottle, which was obviously lighter fluid, and had walked halfway down the block before any of us around the woman could figure out what was going on. Everyone started yelling, "That's the guy, that's the guy," and luckily, some guys chased down the asshole, and we threw a coat over the lady's head and she didn't seem to be too hurt. I guess the fire guy had tried to set an old man on fire across the street, but he couldn't catch, so he settled for dousing his back in lighter fluid, knocking him over, and hitting him with his cane. What is wrong with people? The police arrived shortly thereafter, apprehended the man, and no one was badly hurt. Still, hands down the worst thing I've seen in a long fucking time. I gave a statement about what I had seen, and went and caught my bus. It was really strange and awful and the whole thing happened in about 7 minutes. I didn't even have to get a later bus. Man, that was terrible.
Today, volunteering at 826 in about an hour and then dinner with Cody at Gorditos. Happy weird Wednesday to me. I hope my hair never get s set on fire.
I had an interview this morning, which I think went really well, but I'm not going to jinx it by overanalyzing it here. Then I went to do my volunteer work at the museum. Museum was uneventful, but on my way back to catch the bus up the Greenwood, I was standing on the corner of 3rd and Union when I noticed a guy crossing the street holding a small bottle. Next thing I know, he has passed and the hair of the woman next to me is completely on fire. The man had dropped the bottle, which was obviously lighter fluid, and had walked halfway down the block before any of us around the woman could figure out what was going on. Everyone started yelling, "That's the guy, that's the guy," and luckily, some guys chased down the asshole, and we threw a coat over the lady's head and she didn't seem to be too hurt. I guess the fire guy had tried to set an old man on fire across the street, but he couldn't catch, so he settled for dousing his back in lighter fluid, knocking him over, and hitting him with his cane. What is wrong with people? The police arrived shortly thereafter, apprehended the man, and no one was badly hurt. Still, hands down the worst thing I've seen in a long fucking time. I gave a statement about what I had seen, and went and caught my bus. It was really strange and awful and the whole thing happened in about 7 minutes. I didn't even have to get a later bus. Man, that was terrible.
Today, volunteering at 826 in about an hour and then dinner with Cody at Gorditos. Happy weird Wednesday to me. I hope my hair never get s set on fire.