I want to apologize to anyone (all three or four of you) who’s checked in here in the past week+ and seen the same danged entry. I’m fine, no natural disasters have struck my fair city, my computer wasn’t stolen. It’s just been godawful busy at work, leaving me numb with fatigue when I get home. The last thing I want to do after a day at work is sit at my computer.
Anyway, here’s my past week+ in the shell of a nut:
- Visited friends Kevin and Tomoko in Pawtucket, RI, last Saturday evening through Sunday evening. Suffered my usual bout of house-envy (they live in a historic three-story colonial that’s perfectly lovely). Saw some bands (Ida and Sleepyhead being most noteworthy, though our friends in The Blind King and the ‘mericans were quite good as well) play an outdoor Washington CityPaper.
- Sent Paula her rock star bag.
- Voted in the Masschusetts State Primary.
- Felt sad about Johnny Ramone’s passing.
- Reread almost all of The Corrections, which is just so freakin good it makes my chest hurt.
- Ordered new rugs for the living room and dining room, only to find that through faulty (make that no) communication, the Oriental rug that D.’s folks had promised us months ago — which offer was seemingly rescinded in the interim — was shipped to our house.
- Interviewed four Web designer candidates, participated in some intellectually stimulating and gratifying site enhancement meetings, written some content and other copy that people were happy with (the VP of marketing seems to have realized I exist and has shunted some more writing work my way), and worked at Tasmanian Devil speeds on scads of other projects. Skipped lunch all but one day, when I walked to a new cafe in Central Square with the Web editor and one of the fairly new research editors (whose relative youth was apparent in how she dropped the names of bands she’s seen recently or wants to see soon — yes, honey, I know who Interpol are.)
- Watched The Godfather, parts 1 and 2, for the first time.
- Dreamed about a plane crash near our house and Kurt Cobain singing a song he’d written to and for Frances Bean.
So no one’s missed much, as far as I can tell.
Gosh, now maybe I am the only person in America who hasn’t seen the Godfather trilogy. And me with my Italian envy. How wide the Adriatic Sea! And what exactly is the land my folks came from? I’d always known it as “Yugoslavia”. Poor me, adrift on my very own island of misfit pasta.
Hey, I had a letter printed in the Washington City Paper once. It was about a band called Game Theory. Your recipe sounds yum.
Game Theory? I thought only losers and weirdos liked that band.