I’ve had a really great weekend, and I still have one day left of it. I’m going to do brief synopses of the interesting parts.
Innuendoes in your windows
They say you can buy anything in New York. There are stores that only sell clothing for dogs. Or stores that only sell cheese…or condiments…or condoms. (That one’s called Condomania).
I’m still Amanda from the block
Bobby: I know we live in New York City, where there are tons of famous places to eat that you can only find in New York, but…
I’d play before a statue of David Sedaris
I absolutely adore David Sedaris. He’s the dryly humorous and discreetly electrifying gay man I was meant to be best friends with. I love how I can think of mere phrases from Naked and laugh out loud. I love how I have heard him read his work in his phenomenally nasal and normal voice and thought, “Yes. This is THE man I will spend my life with. He seems so average, but his writing is saucy and smart and ‘boo ya!’ in its self-deprecation and irreverence.”
Horns Up/Down on 11/11/2005
HORNS UP:
- No Prep Academy on Saturday
- The leaves finally changing colors
- No school tomorrow because of Veterans’ Day
- I reiterate, a three-day weekend
- The best pizza in NYC for $.5
- Media professionals from NBC, HBO, and MTV visiting the school on Thursday (Give me a job lead please)!
- Possibly getting two passes to the first screening of Walk The Line
- Casual Thursdays
Goin’ all high school on me
Today I found the first nasty comment left on my blog. Ahh, celebrity! It appears to be from some disgruntled high school classmate. It’s so flattering to know that people from high school still remember me. I’m proud of that. The fact that some may still resent my success is unsettling, as it’s been years since we attended school together. Oh, well. We all have to expend our energy somehow.
Riding the #6
I really love public transportation. I love the communal experience, getting driven by someone else to where I need to go, and the thinking, reading, and listening that can be done en route. Today I was thinking of this old email I wrote to Sam back in the day, after riding the #6 in Austin:
Lost in transition
Today I was talking with a co-worker whom I’ll admit I don’t know well, but whom I had just had lunch with, and someone happened to mention career paths. I asked said co-worker if he planned on being a teacher forever and he said no. I asked if he had any other career goals in mind. He bristled at the question and refused to answer. It was really awkward. I didn’t put him on the spot and he has no reason to feel any guilt trips or pushiness coming from me, so I don’t really understand the sudden reticence. He went on to say, “I can’t tell you. I barely know you. You’re practically a stranger.” He’d better already have started intensive secret agent training, because there’s no reason he can’t tell me he’s going back to school to get an MBA or learn to cook or something.
Little known facts about yours truly
I’m an amateur interpretive dancer.
Effin’ WWIII
Arrived at school: 8:07 a.m.
