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Was in New York. Liked New York a lot. It was cloudy the first day and rained shitty gusty rain on Monday, but it was real nice on Sunday, and I liked New York a lot.
Was concerned that maybe I'd become too hostile toward big cities. Or anyway, was afraid maybe I just didn't have it in me what's needed to love big cities. I guess I could blame it all on Los Angeles. Anyway, New York isn't Los Angeles.
The thing that could bum me out, I think, would be all the shadows. Especially when the days are shorter and the sun's going down earlier and you're on a street with all these big buildings around you and they're all tall enough to block out the sun by about 2:30 or 3:00PM.
Its great evolutionary mechanisms in place. Its diagramming humanity. There is no escaping the fact that we are all gross fat smelly malfunctioning animals on the 4 5 or 6 lines on the green route.
Today was a crummy day, weatherwise. Zach was knocking on the bathroom door the second I turned off the shower, "Hey, here's $20. They asked me about my red card. And we both know how that went. So anyway, there's the money: go buy us some lamia." So I stuffed my laundry into the machine then took Hans's bike up to 14th, then back down to Whole Foods, where I got dinner for four nights of this week. (Tonight was burrito night.) The second I walked out of the grocery, it started hailing. Nothing too big and painful, but shitty enough. Brakes squealing all the way down the hill on Ogden, I was pretty well ready to bail when the time came. Didn't though. Went in, complained a second about the weather, unpacked the goods, and by then it was snowflakes the size of snowballs outside. The ground got dark and soggy sucking it up, the sand dunes of fallen leaves sleek and shining, but nothing of note stuck around. Kathleen and Chompers seemed pretty thrilled to get home.
Jamie Calobrisi is in town. What a kick. Her facebook got in touch with my facebook but my facebook told her facebook I was going to be in New York. Then tonight she walked into the kitchen while I was getting the last of the veg into the wok and accused me of not being in New York. She brought Cracker Jack and a bag of Sweedish Fish for the house; I ate most of the Cracker Jack.
A lousy day out, and probably not the most efficient inside. But a good day to watch The Sting on the instant queue.
It's Mountain Standard Time again. I've got my dark season outfits together. Dark season is the tough season. I've got to make a better go of it this winter.
Was concerned that maybe I'd become too hostile toward big cities. Or anyway, was afraid maybe I just didn't have it in me what's needed to love big cities. I guess I could blame it all on Los Angeles. Anyway, New York isn't Los Angeles.
The thing that could bum me out, I think, would be all the shadows. Especially when the days are shorter and the sun's going down earlier and you're on a street with all these big buildings around you and they're all tall enough to block out the sun by about 2:30 or 3:00PM.
Its great evolutionary mechanisms in place. Its diagramming humanity. There is no escaping the fact that we are all gross fat smelly malfunctioning animals on the 4 5 or 6 lines on the green route.
Today was a crummy day, weatherwise. Zach was knocking on the bathroom door the second I turned off the shower, "Hey, here's $20. They asked me about my red card. And we both know how that went. So anyway, there's the money: go buy us some lamia." So I stuffed my laundry into the machine then took Hans's bike up to 14th, then back down to Whole Foods, where I got dinner for four nights of this week. (Tonight was burrito night.) The second I walked out of the grocery, it started hailing. Nothing too big and painful, but shitty enough. Brakes squealing all the way down the hill on Ogden, I was pretty well ready to bail when the time came. Didn't though. Went in, complained a second about the weather, unpacked the goods, and by then it was snowflakes the size of snowballs outside. The ground got dark and soggy sucking it up, the sand dunes of fallen leaves sleek and shining, but nothing of note stuck around. Kathleen and Chompers seemed pretty thrilled to get home.
Jamie Calobrisi is in town. What a kick. Her facebook got in touch with my facebook but my facebook told her facebook I was going to be in New York. Then tonight she walked into the kitchen while I was getting the last of the veg into the wok and accused me of not being in New York. She brought Cracker Jack and a bag of Sweedish Fish for the house; I ate most of the Cracker Jack.
A lousy day out, and probably not the most efficient inside. But a good day to watch The Sting on the instant queue.
It's Mountain Standard Time again. I've got my dark season outfits together. Dark season is the tough season. I've got to make a better go of it this winter.