The last night’s show at BAM was also pretty great because we saw so many friends we haven’t seen for so long. People were just stopping by where we were sitting before the show, saying hello and catching up. It is funny how even as everyone is so overscheduled and impossible to do anything spontaneously with, requiring long planning, events like this bring everyone to one place, independent of one another.
Of course these quick encounters were just a reminder of why we like these amazing people, and end with vague plans to properly catch up in the future. When would we see them again, who knows. Our apparent inability to even go out for drinks after the show makes me skeptical.
Devendra Banhart, Stephin Merrit and Iron & Wine tonight, all in one show. And some German pizza beforehand.
It was a great listen, but too exhausted at the end of the week to do anything with friends but waddle home afterwards. Why…
I need to go to shows more, too…
Our dominant concern here these days is trying to raise enough money to pay for an incoming shipment of Cheviots, right after a shipment of Sams. It never ends, it seems, these cash flow problems, but it IS a luxurious problem to have in the same month as the ebola virus, ISIS, Scotland’s future,…
Rivendell is my favorite bike brand. I could never afford their beautiful bikes (though I did break down and get an etherally pretty stem for R’s Soma when I was building it - it is the most beautiful part of her bike), but their catalog (and tumblr) are worth reading just for their owner’s writing.
finally got to see Guardians of the Galaxy. A nearly private screening at a giant empty multiplex. It’s been out for over a month. But it was at 34th street near Penn station, Madison Square Garden, Macy’s and the rest of the shopping mall madness that overwhelms you as you emerge from the subway. I cannot tolerate the crowds anymore, I’m finding out.
I used to have a pretty high tolerance for crowds, but something happened. It must be being on my own so much. First thought was how moving to suburbs never felt so appealing.
On another hand, pretty much none of the crowd I had to push through last night consisted of people who actually live in this city. And if we live in the suburbs, most of the public spaces are actually shopping malls, and movie theaters are actually multiplexes.
Maybe we should just live in the woods. Like the Maine hermit. And going to Tokyo is a bad idea.
Trying to plan a trip to go with friends for a bike ride around North Fork, at the end of LI, 3 hours away by train from NYC. I went there once a couple of years ago, and it was beautiful, but spending 6 hours in one day getting there and back was something of a nuisance.
I had a crazy idea of finding a cheap dumpy motel for me and my friends to sleep at overnight.
As it turns out, dumpy motels surely exist, but around these parts even dumpy motels are now considered glamorous (and justify $250/weekend off-season “specials”). The photo above from one of their websites pretty much sums it up.
It will have to be a day trip after all.
And I should probably run away from this city.
Yesterday a bunch of people came from Toronto office. I took them (at their corporate expense) to a nice italian place downstairs from the office, and they liked it. Talking to them reminded me how little I have in common with them, and what an effort it is to make appearances.
Oddly, thinking about them made me lose sleep through half the night. Do I really want to end up like them? They seem so happy and relaxed, and I probably could coast just like them for many years, working for a mediocre company, for pretty crappy (for this city) money, with a mediocre product that I have no responsibility for or ability to change, with what’s left of my skills deteriorating into irrelevance.
Today I got an email from another headhunter on Linkedin who wanted to talk about a tech director role somewhere likely cooler. Really? And even if I want this, am I ready for sleepless nights, early morning conference calls, 14 hour workdays and constant state of anxiety? And if I’m not, I’m terrible at hiding it, which would inevitably come through when I talk to anyone other than the recruiter.
Argentina or Japan in November. There are enough air miles for one, but not both. Must decide.