Gary wrote me the other day with this remark;
"How come I never know what you've had for lunch or how your pants
fit? (I had roast beast on rye with cole slaw and Russian dressing with a blinding
sunset-colored Sobe Orange-Carrot Elixir to wash it down. Yummmmmmmmm!)"
I think he suggests by this that I have been too cerebral, too hi-falutin with my blog entries, too uninterested in the Little Things that Make Up Life. He suggests that I turn to other online journals in order to find examples of the True Purpose of the Blog – which is to set up a little verbal webcam on oneself.
Maybe he didn’t mean that, but I think that if he didn’t he can post here and explain himself.
Anyway, withouth further ado, the recounting of some of my recent doings:
Friday night was my friend Emily’s birthday. She’s an editor at Nerve, a website I really shouldn’t link to while I’m here at the office. It was at some bar in Soho that had a velvet rope outside and another velvet rope inside. There were sofas, and a DJ, who played, strangely enough, some Led Zeppelin while we were there. It was confusing, although not entirely unpleasant. One benefit of really overpriced drinks is that you’re much less likely to end up with a hangover. The next day I went to the cleaners and discovered a jacket I’d thought was long gone from my wardrobe, hanging there with the unclaimed items of clothing. What joy! It’s an ugly old beaten up coat, but I was thrilled to see it again. I felt like I had to apologize to it.
I went running in the cold to make up for all the exercise I haven’t been getting, and felt pretty self-congratulatory afterward. Then Theresa and I met our friends Amy and Mark for dinnner at a newish Brooklyn restaurant called Convivium. Summary: Long, shared tables; very good seafood; prices that are more evidence that the idea that a Brooklyn meal will be cheaper is a disappearing myth. Amy was, as usual, extremely funny. I was mortified to discover myself, as sometimes happens, yawning a lot even though I didn’t feel tired, which made me really self-conscious.
(By the way, I had couscous with mussels, clams, prawns, and some lobsterlike creatures in it. Plus asparagus with aioli (sp?)
Does that happen to other people?
Sunday we saw Sean and Sheri and talked of The Future, Marriage, and Family, and ate Empanadas. Sunday afternoon my company made the move into these new offices -- a different subject for a different time. That night we went to see the Upright Citizens Brigade with my friends Gavin and Jen. I haven’t seen a real improv comedy show for about ten years. It wasn’t bad – some really quick thinkers in the group, and one or two people who are just naturally funny.
I have some thoughts to add about how it did seem to me, though, to be a showcase for the performers’ emotional fixations, which was the most fascinating thing of all.
How’s that for a chronicle of the mundane?
Posted by B T at February 26, 2001 07:57 PM