Lunch at Continental today. I felt free and open. Good times. Batman was out in front of the building again. I wrote a Craigslist ad about him this morning in RnR, but nobody responded. The title was "Wanted: VILLAINS." I’m dying to see some sort of confrontation between this halfway-house superhero and an arch-villain. Next week I’ll bring the camera in and shoot some photos of him. The TV crew has already been archiving video footage of him. On Halloween he was in full regalia. These days, he’s slumming it, with just a t-shirt, utility belt, belt buckle and a hoodie configured as a cape.
Archive for November, 2006
I miss the city. I miss everything about the city. I miss the noise, I miss walking to restaurants and bars. I feel cloistered away in the suburbs, with no chance of random, life-changing interactions with prophets disguised as homeless persons. These days my epiphanies are sparse and short-lived. Sure I could make a book out of them if I managed to write them all down, but they don’t even last long enough to write down anymore. I miss random people stopping by. I miss staring out the window at strangers.
Happy Spanksgiving, lovers. We hosted a delicious thanksgiving meal here at home this year. The girls played with their cousins, the rest of us enjoyed a splendidly-prepared meal and what passes for fellowship in the nuclear age, a sort of distance, complete with smiles and a refusal to discuss anything remotely controversial. We watched some of the parade, and some of the NFL boredom, and everyone left by 3:30 and those adults remaining in the house napped while the children played.
Looks like my office may be relocated to the 27th floor, overlooking Rosslyn and possibly Iwo Jima.
I picked up the new Decemberists album, The Crane Wife. Nice, nice, nice.
If anyone has some side work I can do, let me know.
