Saturday, January 02, 2010

"i am the sun, i am the new year, i'm the way home" - the breeders, "new year"

i was able to get some drinks with cl and ea at 42 n. latitude when they were in town from eugene for the holidays and it was much too short of a visit. ea told me that he has a friend who i have never even met who reads this blog and misses my regular posting. since it's a new year and all, and i have to come to terms with the fact that the days at the office will likely never again return to me lazily reading the interwebs and posting when i feel like it, i want to make a bit more effort to post.

speaking with ea, cl, our mutual college friend (and fellow chicagoan who i only run into at mike doughty shows) sr, and their collection of friends at latitude, i made a little list in the notebook i carry around. it is:
Master + Margarita
blog more
Lava Lamp = cold vodka in pilsner with jello shots inside

thank you for your recommendations, friends, and i hope to see you more often.

anyway, i haven't been reading the news or keeping up with emails during my little holiday break. i have been shredding old papers, organizing closets, cooking (i baked snickerdoodles for pos this morning - ag and i had a joke about how the way to seduce teddy kennedy would be with gin and snickerdoodles. i got his memoir at myopic books and it is on the short-list of books i want to read soon, meaning i'll probably get to it by 2015), hanging out with family and friends. saw crazy heart last night - who knew that colin ferrell could reasonably pass for an american country star? i liked the movie a lot - it felt really authentic and was bittersweet funny.

but this is a news story (jan 1 is the deadliest day of the year for people getting run over) i just read, and i agree - driving pos, eb and sf to brunch around noon yesterday, some assface got off of a clark street bus and started crossing the street. i didn't see him around the bus and was tooling along at a normal 30 mph and came within a few feet of hitting him (cue slamming on the brakes, swerving, honking, my heart thumping itself out of my chest, his lame sneer at me with the bravado only a certain subspecies of young idiots seem to have). jesus, chicago pedestrians - you need to fucking stop wandering and darting out into the street when there is oncoming traffic, particularly when it is my car that you are tempting to run you over. i don't need to add "vehicular manslaughter" to my list of 2010 goals.


Poor, sad ol' Joan Kennedy said...

You know what would make a great title for a memoir? Gin and Snickerdoodles.

Chandra said...

We BOUGHT the best movie in the world, and have been holding screenings. We shall do more. The gospel must be spread.