hello.
my weekends are getting progressively lazier. yesterday, saturday, i hung out with julia in the morning (she'd stayed over the night before), went to my sister's school play in the afternoon (i kid you not, it was a rock-musical adaptation of shakespeare's richard iii), had some drinks and a futile city-search for trivial pursuit with sam in the evening, and then hit up wogie's with bronnie and simone at night. okay, well, that doesn't sound lazy, but it sure as hell felt it.
today i woke up and met my parents and sister at little poland, where we had lunch between my sister's swimming lesson and her basketball practice at the 14th street y, which is a jewish y(mca?) and then went to the comic book shop to pick up some titles by a new writer we're going to work with... unfortunately, all i could remember was his name... not the name of any of his titles, and sadly, it seems that all comic books are always organized by title, and are difficult to find by author. so i gave up and came home. now i remember all of the names (okay, the internet helped me remember) and i'm contemplating going back, despite the defeatism that would inure in me.
something weird is going on with this text box...
anyway, starting soon i'm thinking i might make the blog private. i know, it sounds dorky and paranoid, and i feel like i'm being somewhat self-important, but the other day at work, mackenzie and sana (an editorial assistant) were talking about how our blogs will be found and read if we have them, and i find that extremely limiting, mostly because i can't bitch about work. moreover, the real purpose of this blog (i think anyway) is for me to stay in touch with my friziends, and i don't feel like too much of an asshole saying who gets to read and who doesn't, you know? well, i guess we'll have to wait and see how difficult that whole process is. blah.
okay. that was a singularly boring post. i beg forgiveness.
later.
my weekends are getting progressively lazier. yesterday, saturday, i hung out with julia in the morning (she'd stayed over the night before), went to my sister's school play in the afternoon (i kid you not, it was a rock-musical adaptation of shakespeare's richard iii), had some drinks and a futile city-search for trivial pursuit with sam in the evening, and then hit up wogie's with bronnie and simone at night. okay, well, that doesn't sound lazy, but it sure as hell felt it.
today i woke up and met my parents and sister at little poland, where we had lunch between my sister's swimming lesson and her basketball practice at the 14th street y, which is a jewish y(mca?) and then went to the comic book shop to pick up some titles by a new writer we're going to work with... unfortunately, all i could remember was his name... not the name of any of his titles, and sadly, it seems that all comic books are always organized by title, and are difficult to find by author. so i gave up and came home. now i remember all of the names (okay, the internet helped me remember) and i'm contemplating going back, despite the defeatism that would inure in me.
something weird is going on with this text box...
anyway, starting soon i'm thinking i might make the blog private. i know, it sounds dorky and paranoid, and i feel like i'm being somewhat self-important, but the other day at work, mackenzie and sana (an editorial assistant) were talking about how our blogs will be found and read if we have them, and i find that extremely limiting, mostly because i can't bitch about work. moreover, the real purpose of this blog (i think anyway) is for me to stay in touch with my friziends, and i don't feel like too much of an asshole saying who gets to read and who doesn't, you know? well, i guess we'll have to wait and see how difficult that whole process is. blah.
okay. that was a singularly boring post. i beg forgiveness.
later.
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