LA and SF last week, Montreal next, Thanksgiving with the family in New York (restaurant turkey!).
Watching the election results from my super-comfy bed at the lower-end Four Seasons, I cried the tears of the years that we have been through (Bush, wars, Hillary loses), and the hope that springs eternal from the really truly actual election of Barack Obama, and wondered if Proposition 8 would really pass. Well, it did and thank god people are waking up and smelling the coffee. Protests abound, and CT marriages are ramping up. Speaking of, watch Keith Olbermann to get fired up, he does a commendable job although I am POSITIVE that there must be someone in his circle who is gay. he works in television - come on!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnHyy8gkNEE
11.13.2008
Random walk down 10th Avenue
Tonight as my taxi was hurtling north toward hell's kitchen, somewhere in the low twenties there was a bunch of honking. Nothing you aren't used to, until you realize that the reason why people are honking is that the fleet of taxis are swerving to avoid the guy with the open down coat walking down the exact middle of 10th avenue. Like he owns it. or is high enough to think he does. But he didn't look high, he looked mad as hell, like he was going to kick some ass and heading straight down the middle of 10th ave was just the quickest route to that ass-kicking. It was just one of those windows you get into someone's life, one of millions that you're so close to, maybe living next door to or on top of or down the street from, and yet you all exist in your relative ignorance of each other until bam, he's walking down the middle of the street at 8:30pm, you're in a taxi racing home from work to walk the dog before she bursts or starves to death or both, and somehow for a minute you're in his world, not yours.
When I first interviewed at my current company about 3 years ago for an entirely different job, I met with maybe 5-6 people. I wrote their names down on a random piece of paper back then that i kept and brought to work where it's most useful, but it's a good enough guess. Anyway, I sat in front of each of these people for at least 30 minutes, we talked about my past, their future, my talents and aspirations, and now 3 years later I'm in a different job at the same company (I didn't get that job, which worked out for the best) and I don't think even one of them remembers. At least no one's shown any indication.
And if I see Mr. 10th Avenue Ass-Kicker somewhere, maybe on the outskirts of Chelsea as I'm waiting to meet James for a drink, or on the A train some morning, i won't know who he is either. But for sure I won't forget him easily.
When I first interviewed at my current company about 3 years ago for an entirely different job, I met with maybe 5-6 people. I wrote their names down on a random piece of paper back then that i kept and brought to work where it's most useful, but it's a good enough guess. Anyway, I sat in front of each of these people for at least 30 minutes, we talked about my past, their future, my talents and aspirations, and now 3 years later I'm in a different job at the same company (I didn't get that job, which worked out for the best) and I don't think even one of them remembers. At least no one's shown any indication.
And if I see Mr. 10th Avenue Ass-Kicker somewhere, maybe on the outskirts of Chelsea as I'm waiting to meet James for a drink, or on the A train some morning, i won't know who he is either. But for sure I won't forget him easily.
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