Thursday, November 29, 2007
What I thought were full cookie boxes are actually empty. Not one Thin Mint in the house. (Huh?)
Cavebound in two days & counting. Oh yes w/ the counting. Never thought I'd so relish one such return, but here I am. Down w/ art on the ceiling! Down w/ grimy countertops! Down w/ waking up to strange men passed out on the couch! Yup, I'm pretty excited.
I've been kindof reticent lately, which is for the most part fine by me. It's meant I've caught up on movies I've long been meaning to see, tackled a tower of magazines (really enjoyed approx half the stories in here, including this one, though my number one isn't avail online), happily rediscovered a few blogs (here's one), and spent considerable time w/ my eyes closed, reward of which has been a series of challenging (in a good way) dreams... Speaking of, I woke up one morning over the long w/e suspiciously at ease. It's happened a few times before, most recently in Red Hook, and when it does, when I wake up feeling this (very) particular way, I'm left w/ the impression that, via some forgotten dream, I've managed to come to terms w/ an issue/problem that my waking self wasn't necessarily aware needed attention. Stunning. Also speaking of, my old mom's famous: http://www.mossdreams.com
I haven't been a total shut-in. I did go on an obnoxious date last night (bluh, dating), attended the debut of a fantastically hilarious East Village comedy show on Monday (did I really say, er, IM Carolyn, the words "arse" and "spot-on?" Oof), and look forward to this--this!--tonight, and this tomorrow. Oh, then there's my job. My job! It's got me. While my first two days found me a little tentative ("you're sure she won't hate me if I cut her comma/scrap her semicolon?"), I fast learned to buck up and act like an editor, damnit! I like it. It's fun. Besides, the neighborhood's a kick, w/ Bryant Park and The Almighty Library (must go) four blocks north, Empire State needling skyward four blocks south, pretty department store windows, my gym, my crack...
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Gross.
Hee. Miss Appropriation...
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Lovin' the Bird! Lucky girl--seeing him tomorrow. Wah!!!! I'm home tonight despite Robyn Hitchcock playing at the Triple Door with three R.E.M. men! Ahhhh, me!
Aw, sorry you missed out. :(
And yeah, I'm pretty excited. Have you seen him before? I actually just got into him recently, tipped off by a friend.
No, I haven't seen him. How was it? Did he have a full blown band? Who whistled during "A Nervous Tic to the Left"?
:-)