digestion and reeds
i can't help but judge people based on their reading habits. too much is revealed there not to weigh its consequence.
we went to the park, a bunch of us, after brunch. m. brought Reader's Digest. I can't explain why this turns me off so much. It's not that it's mainstream fearmongering drivel for feebleminded people who also read abridged versions of John Grisham books bound into gold-embossed hardcovers and wait for answers from a nonexistence Oh wait, maybe that is it. I may be overstating the case a little harshly, but it put me off today, the idea that i could be even casually dating a girl who reads the fodder of waiting rooms and grocery stores and out of touch white people everywhere.
at least she reads, though. but the Reader's Digest gap illustrates the differences between us so aptly and why it could never work, not in a million years. i don't know that i can get past it, what it represents to me, nor do i particularly want to. i'm learning that it really does not make you a bad person to not like someone just because they like you.
on the dating note, i waited on kerry and her mother randomly. k. and i went on one pretty damn good date in which we ate good food, drank pinot noir, had great conversation and made meaningful eye contact, departing at the parking lot of wisteria abruptly in the space i would have rather placed a kiss. i meant to call her but then too much time passed and it felt weird and a little too random. she just finished her doctoral exams, negating all social life anyway. we exchanged stolen glances and smiles and i want to see her again.
i wish i had made it to the dan bern/ani difranco show tonight, but i needed the sleep gleaned from the evening nap. and now i'm up and wishing folk singers started their shows at 1 a.m. i've been going nonstop for the last few days, literally without much of a break that didn't involve a little sleep. i bartended last night for my friend Ryan's parents' anniversary party, making mai tais and getting old rich people drunk. Ryan's a great guy, his sister is a librarian and people kept telling me all night how great i was. and i made a hundred bucks for 5 hours work in the process of swilling budweisers and eating a salmon kebob. so to say that, with brunch, i worked a 19 hour day yesterday would not be a lie, but any job that can be done while drinking beer is probably not hard work. more brunchiness today. i tire and yet here i am awake and wide, widely awake and getting baked. napping after sunday brunch sucks. i'm going to have to stop that when i have to work doubles the next day. for that matter, the monday doubles need to stop more. and they will.
one letter has gone out. there will be more.
we went to the park, a bunch of us, after brunch. m. brought Reader's Digest. I can't explain why this turns me off so much. It's not that it's mainstream fearmongering drivel for feebleminded people who also read abridged versions of John Grisham books bound into gold-embossed hardcovers and wait for answers from a nonexistence Oh wait, maybe that is it. I may be overstating the case a little harshly, but it put me off today, the idea that i could be even casually dating a girl who reads the fodder of waiting rooms and grocery stores and out of touch white people everywhere.
at least she reads, though. but the Reader's Digest gap illustrates the differences between us so aptly and why it could never work, not in a million years. i don't know that i can get past it, what it represents to me, nor do i particularly want to. i'm learning that it really does not make you a bad person to not like someone just because they like you.
on the dating note, i waited on kerry and her mother randomly. k. and i went on one pretty damn good date in which we ate good food, drank pinot noir, had great conversation and made meaningful eye contact, departing at the parking lot of wisteria abruptly in the space i would have rather placed a kiss. i meant to call her but then too much time passed and it felt weird and a little too random. she just finished her doctoral exams, negating all social life anyway. we exchanged stolen glances and smiles and i want to see her again.
i wish i had made it to the dan bern/ani difranco show tonight, but i needed the sleep gleaned from the evening nap. and now i'm up and wishing folk singers started their shows at 1 a.m. i've been going nonstop for the last few days, literally without much of a break that didn't involve a little sleep. i bartended last night for my friend Ryan's parents' anniversary party, making mai tais and getting old rich people drunk. Ryan's a great guy, his sister is a librarian and people kept telling me all night how great i was. and i made a hundred bucks for 5 hours work in the process of swilling budweisers and eating a salmon kebob. so to say that, with brunch, i worked a 19 hour day yesterday would not be a lie, but any job that can be done while drinking beer is probably not hard work. more brunchiness today. i tire and yet here i am awake and wide, widely awake and getting baked. napping after sunday brunch sucks. i'm going to have to stop that when i have to work doubles the next day. for that matter, the monday doubles need to stop more. and they will.
one letter has gone out. there will be more.