Elements of an entertaining weekend
-a Sherman Alexie reading at Barnes & Noble
-an out-of-town visitor
-cake-batter flavored ice cream
-a stereotypical Southern man picking a fight with the UN tour guide about the war in Iraq (which she hadn't even mentioned), insulting several other people on the tour and storming off, which led to the tour guide having to call security to escort him out of the building
-Sex and the City and Chinese food
The Irish aren't afraid of a little rain or Highlights of the Saw Doctors concert in Prospect Park
-The opening act, Padrig Stevens, was the original drummer for the Saw Doctors, so his backing band was in fact the Saw Doctors.
-Davy, the lead singer, has developed a bit of a mullet since I saw the band in February.
-Leo, the guitar player who looks like Dave (back when Dave had hair, of course), was wearing Teva sandals. I felt a little like he might stop between songs and ask if anyone had a frisbee because he really fancied a game of Ultimate. Unrelated but entertaining, Leo had his shirt unbuttoned a rakish amount, displaying a lot of chest hair.
-Watching part of the concert from under an umbrella.
-Saying to hell with the umbrella and getting up to dance in the rain.
-Listening to "Will It Ever Stop Raining?" in the rain.
-Hearing "Clare Island" after being to Clare Island.
-Davy, Leo and the bass player (a fill-in) had a contest before "Wanna Play My Guitar?" to see who could play the best classic rock riff or at least get the best audience response. The bass player started playing "Sweet Home Alabama," and I got up on my wet, metal folding chair and danced. That song has a history of making me do that.
The week that just won't quit (but in a good way)
First I got to go to a Saw Doctors concert. Then I had interviews at two temp agencies on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday I had my first real job interview. I thought it was going to be an informal phone thing, but it turned into a full-fledged, getting-dressed-up-and-going-into-the office interview. It sounds very receptionist but whatever. It would be a start, and it would pay the rent.
Right after I left that interview I got a phone call from a different temp agency telling me about a possible temp copyediting position at a women's magazine. Upside: could turn into a permanent position. Downside: it's in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. My commute would involve two buses and two subways. I went to the temp agency Thursday for an interview and an editing test. It was the first editing test I've taken in a long time, and I didn't get to use sources, so it was a good time.
Thursday night I got an e-mail from the editorial assistant I worked with at Family Circle. One of the other editorial assistants is leaving, so there's a job opening! I'm sent my application in the very next day. Keep your fingers crossed, okay, kids?
Friday, I found a roommate to move in at the end of the summer. He's a kid from Mizzou named Dan. I know some of you know who I'm talking about. So I won't have to move (assuming the apartmant management company cooperates). Hooray. To top it all off, I got to see Wilco perform in Central Park.
And on the seventh day, I rested.
Sonic Youth/Wilco on Central Park Summerstage
Sonic Youth performed first. They're not really my style. They had some good songs, but I got bored during some of the really extended periods of nothing but feedback. One of the singer/guitarists was dressed like Justin and had Paul's hair. Sonic Youth fans are whiny and kept yelling for them to turn the volume up. If I was more of a music critic or knew their music better, I'd have more to say.
I almost didn't recognize Jeff Tweedy when he walked on stage. He was clean-shaven, looked like he had recently had a hair cut and was wearing chunky black glasses. His clothes weren't even wrinkly. Don't worry, he still looked a bit like he'd kick your ass if you looked at him wrong. Wilco put on a good show and played quite a few new songs. They sounded a little more country than Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. During the encore, Jim O'Rorke played a song with them, "Kicking Television." Jim wrote it, so it was pretty noisy and messy and involved a lot of Jeff Tweedy screaming. Over all it was a quality show. I just wish that some of you had been here to enjoy it with me.
Random New York sightings
-Remember those people who dressed up in armour and practiced sword fighting in Peace Park? A much bigger group of people does that in Union Square. They just have much better costumes, and their shields aren't made out of road signs.
-I sat across from a man on the subway who was completely bald except for skinny sideburns that grew into his mustache. It looked like he had a giant W on his face.
-In Bryant Park I saw a large black man wearing turquoise lyca short shorts, a fanny pack and a T-shirt that said "Wealthy bachelor looking for a love."
Really, people, this needs to stop
Burberry plaid had just gone too far. Now even the guys selling purses on the street here are selling bags featuring this frightening plaid. I've also seen a number of Burberry visors, which is just wrong. But the last straw was the picture I saw in the June Vogue. A story about SARS included a two page photo of a woman accessorizing her boring blue surgical mask by putting a Burberry plaid surgical mask over it.
-a Sherman Alexie reading at Barnes & Noble
-an out-of-town visitor
-cake-batter flavored ice cream
-a stereotypical Southern man picking a fight with the UN tour guide about the war in Iraq (which she hadn't even mentioned), insulting several other people on the tour and storming off, which led to the tour guide having to call security to escort him out of the building
-Sex and the City and Chinese food
The Irish aren't afraid of a little rain or Highlights of the Saw Doctors concert in Prospect Park
-The opening act, Padrig Stevens, was the original drummer for the Saw Doctors, so his backing band was in fact the Saw Doctors.
-Davy, the lead singer, has developed a bit of a mullet since I saw the band in February.
-Leo, the guitar player who looks like Dave (back when Dave had hair, of course), was wearing Teva sandals. I felt a little like he might stop between songs and ask if anyone had a frisbee because he really fancied a game of Ultimate. Unrelated but entertaining, Leo had his shirt unbuttoned a rakish amount, displaying a lot of chest hair.
-Watching part of the concert from under an umbrella.
-Saying to hell with the umbrella and getting up to dance in the rain.
-Listening to "Will It Ever Stop Raining?" in the rain.
-Hearing "Clare Island" after being to Clare Island.
-Davy, Leo and the bass player (a fill-in) had a contest before "Wanna Play My Guitar?" to see who could play the best classic rock riff or at least get the best audience response. The bass player started playing "Sweet Home Alabama," and I got up on my wet, metal folding chair and danced. That song has a history of making me do that.
The week that just won't quit (but in a good way)
First I got to go to a Saw Doctors concert. Then I had interviews at two temp agencies on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday I had my first real job interview. I thought it was going to be an informal phone thing, but it turned into a full-fledged, getting-dressed-up-and-going-into-the office interview. It sounds very receptionist but whatever. It would be a start, and it would pay the rent.
Right after I left that interview I got a phone call from a different temp agency telling me about a possible temp copyediting position at a women's magazine. Upside: could turn into a permanent position. Downside: it's in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. My commute would involve two buses and two subways. I went to the temp agency Thursday for an interview and an editing test. It was the first editing test I've taken in a long time, and I didn't get to use sources, so it was a good time.
Thursday night I got an e-mail from the editorial assistant I worked with at Family Circle. One of the other editorial assistants is leaving, so there's a job opening! I'm sent my application in the very next day. Keep your fingers crossed, okay, kids?
Friday, I found a roommate to move in at the end of the summer. He's a kid from Mizzou named Dan. I know some of you know who I'm talking about. So I won't have to move (assuming the apartmant management company cooperates). Hooray. To top it all off, I got to see Wilco perform in Central Park.
And on the seventh day, I rested.
Sonic Youth/Wilco on Central Park Summerstage
Sonic Youth performed first. They're not really my style. They had some good songs, but I got bored during some of the really extended periods of nothing but feedback. One of the singer/guitarists was dressed like Justin and had Paul's hair. Sonic Youth fans are whiny and kept yelling for them to turn the volume up. If I was more of a music critic or knew their music better, I'd have more to say.
I almost didn't recognize Jeff Tweedy when he walked on stage. He was clean-shaven, looked like he had recently had a hair cut and was wearing chunky black glasses. His clothes weren't even wrinkly. Don't worry, he still looked a bit like he'd kick your ass if you looked at him wrong. Wilco put on a good show and played quite a few new songs. They sounded a little more country than Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. During the encore, Jim O'Rorke played a song with them, "Kicking Television." Jim wrote it, so it was pretty noisy and messy and involved a lot of Jeff Tweedy screaming. Over all it was a quality show. I just wish that some of you had been here to enjoy it with me.
Random New York sightings
-Remember those people who dressed up in armour and practiced sword fighting in Peace Park? A much bigger group of people does that in Union Square. They just have much better costumes, and their shields aren't made out of road signs.
-I sat across from a man on the subway who was completely bald except for skinny sideburns that grew into his mustache. It looked like he had a giant W on his face.
-In Bryant Park I saw a large black man wearing turquoise lyca short shorts, a fanny pack and a T-shirt that said "Wealthy bachelor looking for a love."
Really, people, this needs to stop
Burberry plaid had just gone too far. Now even the guys selling purses on the street here are selling bags featuring this frightening plaid. I've also seen a number of Burberry visors, which is just wrong. But the last straw was the picture I saw in the June Vogue. A story about SARS included a two page photo of a woman accessorizing her boring blue surgical mask by putting a Burberry plaid surgical mask over it.
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