Hot in Heeeeeere!

Many years ago I had a run-in with one of my longtime neighbors about the nature of relationships here in New York. At the time I was very puzzled as to why there were women everywhere during certain parts of the year and practically none during others. Of course these observations came through the lens of a man who only knew a handful of people and spots in my newly-declared place of resident.

"You have until Fall," she said to me. According to her any single person has until the beginning of Fall to acquire a mate for the following year. If you acquire such a mate you stay with them through the winter and when Spring arrives, and all the boys and girls come out, then you have to compare between the old and the new and make some decision. If you say goodbye to your baby then it's back to the game of hearts. If you decide to stay you work toward the year mark, etc. etc. Nothing groundbreaking here. But as I flipped through myspace today I saw a number of folks once pursuing happiness together have since gone splitsville. The weird thing is that they seemed so happy. But "happy" is always relative to what you see as opposed to what is. I unfortunately had to learn that lesson a very long time ago.

Though this city will remain a sauna for the rest of the day, as the cans spill over with heated garbage and exposed bare flash browns even further in the sun, I'm looking forward to the season ahead, as it will be full of life and adventure (even if I still don't have a new gig yet).

My boy K is at the lodge for a week as he's up from the A to begin the process of defending his dissertation after the better part of ten years trying to get there. As he braced himself for the madness, we took a break to go and see Kung Fu Panda, not my usual sort of in-theater flair, but I was suckered in by a cast of voices that I'd like and my general penchant for anything martial arts. It was...cool. There were enough funny things to keep the kiddies rolling but storywise it kind of dragged. But I've been seeing a lot of that in recent years: movies that drag. I'm not sure what that's about but it makes me think that the studios shouldn't be surprised when they lose money to bootlegs. With a flick for two people as all but a 40 dollar investment
I can see why folks take the quality hit in the name of not coming out disappointed. Speaking of disappointment someone told me the ending to the new Shylaman film I wasn't going to see. The man should be drawn and quartered without question.

It is in the depths of night when I'm most reminded of who I am, as my thoughts echo off of my bedroom walls in the darkness. Some of the funniest moments in a life are those when you realize that you've never been on your own time, that the clocks are always lying to you. Things happen only when they're supposed to happen. That's it and that's all. Out.