Thursday, September 20, 2007

A fatal error.

Never mistake a sphinxlike silence for sophistication when it just might be someone calculating their next move. Don't delude yourself that just because someone isn't immediately asking you about personal matters in order to satisfy their own prurient interests that they are not waiting for the exact time your guard is down to sneak in a seemingly innocuous inquiry. For whatever reason, this day and age of instant communication seems to have engendered a society where the exchange of information has become as precious a commodity as it was in pre-Revolution France. We are all now constantly milling about in that hall of mirrors, waiting to get near an orange tree and see what the news is.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

The Polite Frenzy of Whiteness.

I just don't know if there is any other way to describe the spastic convulsions we all silently go through to belong.

Monday, September 03, 2007


OK, once again I am writing this from an airport as I get ready to wing my way home to Los Angeles. In this case I am writing to you from the Jet Blue terminal at JFK. I would have typed something from Logan but that was just too damn early in the morning. I am wondering how long I am going to stay awake on this plane. My money is on not very long. I am apparently flying into an oven - weather reports that I have been reading sy that the weather has been around one hundred degrees. I think I might just splishsplash in the pool when I get back to the apartment, and then sit in my bedroom with the curtains drawn and the ac on. I should go to the gym and exercise, but I have to be honest and say that that holds no interest for me whatsover.

I did have a generally nice time at home, but I think that the three day rule really should be observed from now on. i have noticed that the time with the family is much less stressful if I just keep it short. That way the hurtful comments can be kept to a minimum on both sides.

Had a nice time at the beach yesterday with Jenn and the kids. We are approaching our mid 30's and those other grown up people down the beach is us. Kind of shocking. 40 looms close and heavy. Granted I have years more to go before I get there, but I am beginning to wonder what I will have to show for myself once I get there. And then it's 50 and then I think you don't care that much anymore. We will see.