Damn, got caught up in doing nothing again and forgot to post. I also forgot to eat, breathe, sleep and pay my water bill. However, at the same time I learn to survive in a vacuum, generate all the energy I need to sustain myself from a 60 watt light bulb and bathe myself like a feline, so I guess I’m still doing okay. I’ll leave it to you to sort the bullshit from the truth, but one certainly outweighs the other.
Now then, how about we talk about what’s really been going on?
Work over the past few weeks has been quite productive. Two sites I’ve done have gone live in the last seven days in fact: the brand spankin’ new New York City Streets Renaissance and a new face for Lime Brokerage. The latter will probably see more updates sooner than the former. I can’t begin to tell you how good it feels to be delivering on sites again.
Also, after many years of walking past the Angelika theater and staring at the marquees I finally managed to make a visit for a film. Teresa and I checked out The Squid and the Whale, a lovely little tale about casual cursing, divorce, bloody noses, limp handshakes and problems with drinking and sperm. Yes, I’m making it sound much weirder than it actually is, but I liked it. I felt some real visceral reactions from the performances — Jeff Daniels’ actually made me want to reach out and choke his character at times for all his myopic arrogance. If you’ve got 81 minutes and ten bucks, I highly suggest going out to see it.