Archive for July, 2001

7.31.01

Have you ever been mesmerized by your monitor, so deep in concentration that you can’t look away? And say you needed Chapstick while the monitor glowed seductively. Would you reach into your desk drawer blindly and feel around until you found it? OK, good. Now how close would you actually come to applying the glue […]

7.30.01

Graffito on the train: “No fear of Funk.”
10:17 a.m.

7.27.01

Brief conversation with a girl whose name is a noun:
Me: Hi, I’m Maggie.
Her: I’m Jubilee.
Me: What a happy name.
Her: You think so?
Me: Yeah, like, celebration, party…
Her: Huh. I guess I never thought about it that way.
10:21 a.m.

7.26.01

I was having a pleasant afternoon, when I grabbed some Chinese food for lunch and my fortune cookie ambushed me, “You lead a double life and enjoy pretending to be something you are not.” Youch. I know fortune cookies rarely tell your fortune, but when did they start telling you off?
2:45 p.m.

7.25.01

“Traditionally, the same actor plays Captain Hook and Mr. Darling.”
� The Picture Book of Peter Pan (c. 1930)
Does anyone else think that’s creepy?
2:30 p.m.

7.24.01

Overheard: Theological discussion at Firefly.
Scenario: Two characters from a Woody Allen movie swap neurosis at the next table.
Him: I’m just worried that I’ll never taste the joyous nectar of true Dharma. Because I’m fucked up. And I know I’m fucked up! And there’s nothing I can do about that.
Her: Yeah.
11:16 a.m.

7.20.01

It was like something out of a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel–we fell in love when the butterflies were mating. I drove home between fields of corn, and hundreds of yellow butterflies chased one another across the road. The setting was idyllic, the relationship proved less so. He was an entrepreneur without a lot of extra […]

7.19.01

The only really funny five-word Webby speech was Google’s: “Google gives great… search results.”
11:15 p.m.

7.18.01

The New Yorker’s fabulous blurb about “Riverdance” on Broadway: “Not the Lord of the Dance with his shirt off and the leather truss. The other one.”
12:20 p.m.

7.17.01

One of my favorite love poems:
I wish I were close
To you as the wet skirt of
A salt girl to her body.
I think of you always.
�Akahito
12:22 p.m.

I’ve been doing some impromptu modeling around the office, which tends to happen when you work in a building full of trade publications. Anyway, I finally (finally!) have […]