( 12:30 PM )
After four days and five nights of considering the matter, turning it over in my mind, studying the media reports, listening to the experts and weighing the possibilities, I have reached a conclusion.
Angels in seven.
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( 10:53 AM )
Okay, I read this piece about Neko Case in the Globe & Mail and I had to share. The story was lame, another meet-for-lunch interview (when and why did these become the staple of rock journalism?), but the reporter did get a rise out of Neko by telling her that Bruce Springsteen had been bad-mouthing Tacoma, Washington--Neko's hometown--based on the stench produced by the city's paper mills. This G&M hack had the good sense to print her response in full. Here it is....
"He doesn't like my town? Whatever. He also just made an album about Sept. 11, so what do you expect? Cash it in, Bruce. Bruce Springsteen can fuck off if he doesn't like Tacoma, Wash. It's one of the most beautiful places on Earth. There are pulp mills, pork rendering plants and nuclear power plants all across the United States, but if I didn't find some beauty in my hometown, where would I be now? I'd be dead. If I couldn't find hope in something that other people find ugly, I don't know what would happen. I feel pretty ferociously in defence of my hometown. So fuck you, Bruce Springsteen. I'm glad the pulp mills are keeping people like that out. That's totally my knee-jerk, asshole reaction to Bruce Springsteen not liking my hometown."
You go, girl.
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( 6:03 PM )
The girl at the Berlitz office on my floor is gorgeous. Tall, dark, Latin. Dark eyes and big beautiful lips. Cheek bones like Corvette fenders.
I don't know her, but Berlitz is next to the men's room and she's the receptionist, so I see her every time I go to the bathroom. Of course, sometimes I don't have to piss or anything, I just walk over there to steal a look at her. We've never spoken, and that's the thing: I don't really want to talk to her. I like just seeing her, occasionally exchanging smiles. Any time I get bored or depressed at my desk I can take a walk down the hall and there she is--even a glimpse and I feel better. If on the other hand I get to know her, make friends, ask her out or do anything to advance toward any kind of relationship, then every time I go by I'll have to say Hi, make small talk, at least wave. Fuck that. Relationships, with friends, lovers, even acquaintances, are complicated. Sure, they're wonderful, but just seeing a pretty girl, just smiling at her, can be wonderful too. If you're going to make it in this world you've got to learn to enjoy the simple pleasures: good food, music, Saturday mornings. Or a pretty girl's smile. You don't have to earn it, nobody can take it away from you and you don't feel bad for enjoying it.
What you do once you're in the bathroom is nobody's business.
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