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Evidence of the world’s ridiculousness

22 Oct
  • I am supposed to be working on an English paper, but instead I’m drawn to my fiction. Which is to say, I would rather write a short story than a critical essay. WHAT! If someone would have told me I’d feel this way now one week ago, I would have laughed. A lot. But now that the plot is vaguely outlined, bringing characters to life is such a pleasurable enterprise. They are living in my head.
  • An Iranian-American scholar who was supposed to be teaching at Columbia will likely be in prison for 15 years for doing, well, not much of anything.
  • The events of last weekend.
  • I’m not reading enough in general.
  • I am able to be semi-coherent on so few hours of sleep. So few, even for me.
  • Last but not least…A Fox analyst learned he would be fired via a Google Alert. Thank you, Google Alerts, for notifying me.(See second item. I found out via … Google Alert.)

teeth. play. work.

5 Jun

Yesterday I went to the dentist (aka my uncle) for a cleaning and exam. This made me think about my discarded aspiration to attend dental school. Although I was not exactly comfortable, lying on my back, foreign hands in my mouth, a supersonic scaler cleaner brazing my teeth, I became nostalgic for a life I once thought I wanted, if that’s possible. Dentistry itself seems exciting, and a ticket to a secure life. But then I got back to my reading and remembered why I traded physics in for Chaucer.

Then I want to my high school to watch my brother play trumpet in the senior play, Back to the 80’s. It worked because they were playing themselves: high school seniors desperately anticipating prom and the future. There, I had a chat with the English teacher who inspired my love of books and the New Yorker.

Today, I started work at the Forward, a weekly national Jewish newspaper. I’ll be working under the associate publisher two days a week—and I might get to write some articles as well. I enjoyed meeting so many interesting people, and being back inside a newsroom.

A sign that this job is fitting: the bathroom code is the same as Spec’s. Bashert.

The office is beautiful, and located near Wall Street, an area that has renewed my awe of New York city just as I was getting over it. The novelty of the place will wear off, of course, but until then, the narrow streets and cobblestones will please me. In the spirit of learning the lay of the land, Mary met me after work. We had a lovely evening which consisted of wandering, mostly. We wandered into Tiffany’s, because I have been holding onto a $50 dollar coin for that jewelry store for eight years since my bat mitzvah. I figured I would find something cheap and finally spend the gift.

But nope. The cheapest tag charms in the store were $80. So then I thought, okay, well, I’ll buy a ridiculously expensive pen. A telling conversation about the whole business:

me: “Do you carry any pens for about $50?”
saleslady, tapping her feet at my apparent ignorance about her store: “No.”

It was hard not to laugh. I ended up leaving the store with my $50 coin in my wallet, and plan to turn it into a necklace. As Mary noted, though the trip was not tangibly fruitful, it reaffirmed that our life choices—not shelling out $475 for a tiny Elsa Peretti pendant in amethyst—made sense.

Then we meandered to South Street seaport and enjoyed the view:

Seaport with Mary