goodness.
time keeps on slipping. and as it slips, so does my writing into a quiet oblivion. i really need to be more proactive with the upkeep of my meandering musings. i mean, what will i go back and laugh at, years on, if i don't document the idiotic adventures i've been having - the crazy things i see - the strange little moments i encounter? my memories? no, no, i need the mono-blogue, if only to fill in gaps my mind will surely develop.
so from now on, more of my snore-inducing chronicles.
lately....
in a bookstore on orchard, i heard a woman exclaim to the salesguy,
"Stuff White People Like?"
to which the un-white salesguy wittily replied,
"Yeah..white people like that book a lot."
loved. that.
elsewhere - much random socializing. this is the revolving door of my life in the big city full of little people that hop in and out of each other's existences. a few are sticking, and i like them very much. we had some epic adventures this past weekend - went to the tenement museum, had a chinese feast at congee village (but no congee, of course), to a few new bars, and a few old favorites - one in particular, is starting to feel a bit like my local. it is 2 blocks from my house, after all.
it was santa con that night - an annual event where hundreds of drunken frat boys dress as santa and carouse through the city's bars and pubs. why grown ups like to dress up so much i'll never know. a return to non-innocence, perhaps? an excuse to act stupid? probably the latter. twas surreal though, being surrounded by santas and accquaintance-friends, toasting brooklyn lager and discussing the state of our world. and by state of our world, i don't mean politics. i mean silly things, like books and music. and by silly, i mean very important, of course.
and now, a week till christmas. how that happened, i'm not sure. was buried under a stack of work the size of rhode island, i guess. and there was the holiday party - a ridiculously silly event that involved fez hats and mayhem on a stormy night in chelsea. or was it chelsea? to be honest, i don't know. but it was fancier than i normally am, that's for sure.
anyhow, enough of this yimmer yams. i will be back with something more articulate (i hope) soon. till then, till then.
time keeps on slipping. and as it slips, so does my writing into a quiet oblivion. i really need to be more proactive with the upkeep of my meandering musings. i mean, what will i go back and laugh at, years on, if i don't document the idiotic adventures i've been having - the crazy things i see - the strange little moments i encounter? my memories? no, no, i need the mono-blogue, if only to fill in gaps my mind will surely develop.
so from now on, more of my snore-inducing chronicles.
lately....
in a bookstore on orchard, i heard a woman exclaim to the salesguy,
"Stuff White People Like?"
to which the un-white salesguy wittily replied,
"Yeah..white people like that book a lot."
loved. that.
elsewhere - much random socializing. this is the revolving door of my life in the big city full of little people that hop in and out of each other's existences. a few are sticking, and i like them very much. we had some epic adventures this past weekend - went to the tenement museum, had a chinese feast at congee village (but no congee, of course), to a few new bars, and a few old favorites - one in particular, is starting to feel a bit like my local. it is 2 blocks from my house, after all.
it was santa con that night - an annual event where hundreds of drunken frat boys dress as santa and carouse through the city's bars and pubs. why grown ups like to dress up so much i'll never know. a return to non-innocence, perhaps? an excuse to act stupid? probably the latter. twas surreal though, being surrounded by santas and accquaintance-friends, toasting brooklyn lager and discussing the state of our world. and by state of our world, i don't mean politics. i mean silly things, like books and music. and by silly, i mean very important, of course.
and now, a week till christmas. how that happened, i'm not sure. was buried under a stack of work the size of rhode island, i guess. and there was the holiday party - a ridiculously silly event that involved fez hats and mayhem on a stormy night in chelsea. or was it chelsea? to be honest, i don't know. but it was fancier than i normally am, that's for sure.
anyhow, enough of this yimmer yams. i will be back with something more articulate (i hope) soon. till then, till then.
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