Today started with me, post-shower and wrapped in a towel, holding my obese cat up to the ceiling so that she could eat a buzzing housefly, with Lydia on the carpet at my feet, watching the whole thing and squealing (she follows that cat around everywhere). It was all very satisfying. After hurriedly tossing my lunch into my briefcase (mis-spelled beircfase, and corrected), I was subsequently tossed around the backseat of my carpool vehicle to a shitty C100 soundtrack as we aggressively navigated through already-speeding traffic on the highway, tailgated like assholes, and lingered uncomfortably in blind spots. This was less satisfying. And now I'm at work, listening to the ongoing bathroom construction mere metres from my desk and attempting unsuccessfully to drown out said din with some recent eMusic downloads. This... less satisfying still. And so, at 9:00 AM, the highlight of my day so far has been watching my cat catch and eat a fly - which admittedly is one highlight more than I usually have on a given workday.
Here's hoping things improve. At break, I will plan my NHL Fantasy pool draft strategy. Tonight I will mow the lawn and put my daughter to bed and go for a run and maybe watch Mad Men. Then I will dream of winning my NHL Fantasy pool and of riding horses with Betty Draper and of my morning mug of coffee tomorrow morning, which in my dreams will be enjoyed after a calm and smooth drive to work, alone, and set to an endless loop of sports scores, as read in a humorous fashion by Paul F. Tompkins, and Mogwai.
Also: here are some long but very excellent reads. The first is a rant from the late 90s by David Eggers re: selling out (skip to the addendum), and the second is Pitchfork's recent Decade In Indie piece. Both are well written, funny, angry, and similar in theme. Enjoy bitches!
- http://www.armchairnews.com/freelance/eggers.html
- http://pitchfork.com/features/articles/7704-the-decade-in-indie/
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