Thursday, March 09, 2006

Tryin to throw your arms around the world

(For some reason the chorus to that U2 song is stuck in my head. Some strange dream that I'm failing to recall?)

Yesterday marked my second full cycle at the paper, but it feels like I've been there already for months. I remember that feeling; I had it previously, too. It's this weird time warp that you enter when you work for a publication: You're looking forward weeks in advance, dealing with the present and putting the past (which was just a week ago) WAY in the past immediately. I think it ages you in a way that has yet to be determined.

Guillem came and went, purportedly having an amazing experience in St. Louis with the opening of his play. Perhaps there will be a repeat?

I skipped lunch yesterday so I could also leave work early to hike it uptown to see my honey off to JFK. He left for a spring break school trip to Paris, south of France (Tolouse/Marseille) and Berlin. I gave him instructions to have FUN and not be too nerdy of an architecture PhD while on the Continent. We'll see how successful he is on both of those counts.

That left me with no excuse not to attend the 15th anniversary party for Genre. It took place at the new club element (which is in a former bank) down in the E. Village. I am one of the last to check out the place so it was my free excuse to do so. Plus free booze and bubbly always makes me happy.

Had a great conversation with someone who matters in the power structure of the publications (I think) which made me feel good about my position at the paper but, otherwise, I was getting that pretentious, earnest, "I wanna be a big shit" vibe that seems to permeate most of these sorts of events. No, in fact, it seeps into most situations in the city.

That's why I prefer to associate with nice, normal, FRIENDLY people who don't need to have their egos stroked. I understand masturbatory impulses and all, but the physical ones are much more pleasant than all that psychic wanking going on in a room. Please, just get over yourself and have a good time. I'm not going to come all over you with attitude, so please don't get me all sticky with yours.


At 6:52 PM, Anonymous bryce said...

girl, i feel it.

sweet ole southern boys like you are much more interesting!

see you soon!

At 9:41 AM, Blogger Nicole said...

wow. i loved those last few lines.

anyways, in general, glad you're not written-to-death with the paper job and i get to read ya on here!

At 8:56 AM, Blogger Dee said...

*wiping off screen*


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