Monday, February 14, 2005

le weekend

One thing that is startling to me about the working world is how everybody wants to know, damn near desperately, how your weekend was. And I wish I had that certain combination of cheekiness and easy charm that doesn't curdle to tell these fine people some fine stories about my fine -- think 1920s summertime and the livin is easy, great gatsby type rich, voice full of money never take responsibility kind of fine -- fine, life.

P.S. I was going to have a li'l essay: How I spent this weekend. And it would be about some movies I saw. (A movie a day makes the scurvy go away). And how I saw Parker Posey on the subway. How I didn't see The Gates and how "saffron" looks suspiciously like orange from the unreality of real photographs. And it would all be tied up in this poignant little remark that maybe would involve the word "tragicomedy". But I'm very tired and suffering from disenchantment, and would be accompanied by light banjo. I've never had a dream about being left-handed.

1 comment:

foxes said...

what about ong bak???