Have Read (Seen, Listened To, Will Miss), Friday is back.
I’ve had one of my old NYU friends visiting. I brought her back from the sea as a matter of fact, so she has been here awhile. She’s leaving tomorrow. I will miss her. If it weren’t for her tendency to ridicule those who wear last years shoes and read last years books — I had copy of Chronic City on the table, and pair of Giuseppe Zanotti low heel slide mules from 2009 on my feet, and she was appalled — I’d miss her even more.
I have read Dancing in the Dark: A Cultural History of the Great Depression. If you are contemplating reading about that desolate time this is the book for you. It’s like that huge piece of Tiramisu, almost too much good stuff.
I’ve listened to, and seen a band of old men playing Hey Joe in the back of a brewery. They were close to awesome.
I wish I had more for you, but I’ve been dealing with a close encounter crisis. I’m caring for a panic stricken crazy person friend who drove over here earlier this evening. This friend practices something called transcendental meditation. She goes to TM meetings weekly, is more or less in training — as she tells it. This poor creature had been meditating at home, like she does every night, when she apparently went into a deep trance. She had what she said was an out of body experience, was floating above her body, and could see herself on the side of her bed and she couldn’t get back.
Despite this whole situation sounding to me as if she fell asleep and had a dream from which she couldn’t initially wake up, I couldn’t dissuade her. She insists it was something much more insidious, the reaper around the corner, death on her doorstep. Whatever it was she has to stay here the night because she doesn’t want to be alone.
I will miss the gin and tonic that Ive just drained. You can’t blame me really, considering the company I am keeping.
Peace, from a reaper deterrent wearing last years mules.
