I've been a touch sick lately. It was one of those where you could feel it coming on, then you thought it was going away, then it gets tons worse before it feels like it's going away again.
I went to work yesterday even though I was feeling icky. I went to the cafeteria for lunch. For some reason, I touched way more surfaces than necessary to grab my fork and napkin. Maybe it was the virus that made me do it? After all, it wants to spread.
Oh, and I heard my neighbor this morning with the same cough I did. Poor guy.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Fine, fine line...
Edited: 2/22/05
I saw Avenue Q with Zelda a few weeks ago. I will admit that it was one of the better Broadway shows I've seen, with a very witty and memorable score. So much so, that I even bought the soundtrack on iTunes.
One of the musical numbers was called There's a Fine, Fine Line (audio clip). Even though the show was supposed to be funny, it hit on a lot of deep emotions and ideas.
Here's a snippet from the lyrics:
I guess this is just my thought when people were responding to my post about dating to "see where things go" - you run the risk of it all being for naught.
However, I think if you are enjoying your current time, then it should depend on your perspective whether it was a waste of time when you look back.
For example, if I had an awesome dinner, but later got food poisoning, true, the food poisoning sucked - but the dinner was still awesome. Am I the only one that thinks this way?
I saw Avenue Q with Zelda a few weeks ago. I will admit that it was one of the better Broadway shows I've seen, with a very witty and memorable score. So much so, that I even bought the soundtrack on iTunes.
One of the musical numbers was called There's a Fine, Fine Line (audio clip). Even though the show was supposed to be funny, it hit on a lot of deep emotions and ideas.
Here's a snippet from the lyrics:
There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
I guess this is just my thought when people were responding to my post about dating to "see where things go" - you run the risk of it all being for naught.
However, I think if you are enjoying your current time, then it should depend on your perspective whether it was a waste of time when you look back.
For example, if I had an awesome dinner, but later got food poisoning, true, the food poisoning sucked - but the dinner was still awesome. Am I the only one that thinks this way?
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
My missed connection & redux
My first posting to Craigslist's "Missed Connections" section:
You had me at "Buffet" - m4w - 25
Reply to: anon-59041523@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-02-09, 12:33PM EST
It was a serendipitous encounter to be certain. You sat there, alone, with the overhead light gently caressing your flaxen hair, as you dined in your dark sweater, red sneakers and green bag. There was a slight glint from your complementary spectacles. I could not believe my eyes at first. Could it be true?
I watched, as you slowly, yet methodically consumed piece after piece of all-you-can-eat sushi. I shivered, each time you stood up from your table, disappeared for what seemed like eons, and returned, always with another bulging plate of sushi. You dispatched at least five plates of sushi with ease, and finished with a heaping plate of dessert. It was at that moment that I knew I was falling for you.
I was the Asian man sitting adjacent, jaw agape, consuming less than half your fare. Thank you for the privilege of dining with you from afar. I will always remember how you showed me what it means to love.
this is in or around Herald Square
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Redux: A chance encounter with two fetching maidens exploring each other's mouths with their tongues in a phone booth adjacent to a Circuit City. What a night.
You had me at "Buffet" - m4w - 25
Reply to: anon-59041523@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-02-09, 12:33PM EST
It was a serendipitous encounter to be certain. You sat there, alone, with the overhead light gently caressing your flaxen hair, as you dined in your dark sweater, red sneakers and green bag. There was a slight glint from your complementary spectacles. I could not believe my eyes at first. Could it be true?
I watched, as you slowly, yet methodically consumed piece after piece of all-you-can-eat sushi. I shivered, each time you stood up from your table, disappeared for what seemed like eons, and returned, always with another bulging plate of sushi. You dispatched at least five plates of sushi with ease, and finished with a heaping plate of dessert. It was at that moment that I knew I was falling for you.
I was the Asian man sitting adjacent, jaw agape, consuming less than half your fare. Thank you for the privilege of dining with you from afar. I will always remember how you showed me what it means to love.
this is in or around Herald Square
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
Redux: A chance encounter with two fetching maidens exploring each other's mouths with their tongues in a phone booth adjacent to a Circuit City. What a night.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Dead chocolate mouse
If you go to Boston, there's a place that called L.A. Burdick that serves excellent hot chocolate. They have these little chocolate mice. While there this past weekend (on a visit to see friends Sandra, Wayne, and Paul, and also Todd who was in town), on a whim, I decided to buy a chocolate mouse. Some may have thought to keep it to look at, since it's cute. My only thought was to devour said cute chocolate mouse.
Unfortunately, my cute chocolate mouse came to a gory demise before I could chew it to bits.
Before
After
Unfortunately, my cute chocolate mouse came to a gory demise before I could chew it to bits.
Before
After
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Endgame
As Eddy once remarked to me, people in Chicago date to marry. Not so, it seems, in New York City. I have been giving the casual dating thing a try since I've moved here, but something about it seems not quite right.
My main question is, how is it possible to date someone and not have any thoughts about where it might lead? Everyone says to just go out, have fun, get to know them, etc. But to invest any time beyond the first or second date means there must be some payoff (hopefully beyond booty).
There must be some sort of goal. And the ultimate goal should be marriage (or a similar arrangement), shouldn't it? I suppose there is always the playboy lifestyle, but that doesn't involve as much feeling and time invested.
I think people delude themselves when they say they are in a relationship and aren't thinking about where it's going or "just seeing where things lead". There's no such thing. If you're just seeing where things lead, you already know where you want it to go.
So this begs the question: if your gut is already saying that the road probably won't lead anywhere, should you break it off? Or can you really just enjoy the present?
My main question is, how is it possible to date someone and not have any thoughts about where it might lead? Everyone says to just go out, have fun, get to know them, etc. But to invest any time beyond the first or second date means there must be some payoff (hopefully beyond booty).
There must be some sort of goal. And the ultimate goal should be marriage (or a similar arrangement), shouldn't it? I suppose there is always the playboy lifestyle, but that doesn't involve as much feeling and time invested.
I think people delude themselves when they say they are in a relationship and aren't thinking about where it's going or "just seeing where things lead". There's no such thing. If you're just seeing where things lead, you already know where you want it to go.
So this begs the question: if your gut is already saying that the road probably won't lead anywhere, should you break it off? Or can you really just enjoy the present?
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