Things Get A Little Weird Around Here On Sunday

Things get a little weird around here on Sunday. The usual places are closed, and we are forced to go to the smaller places, but the smaller places don't really act as though they want us there. (If they don't want us there, they shouldn't stay open.) The way the man looked at me yesterday made me think that perhaps something untoward was happening, perhaps in back. Then he slapped the change into my palm as if to say "no need to come back here next week. We know you only come around here on Sundays anyway and we're none too impressed." Things get a little weird around here on Sunday.

I Think I Pinned It Down

I think I pinned it down. I was wondering what was making me so depressed and I think I pinned it down. It wasn't a chemical imbalance and it certainly wasn't the weather. It wasn't work or lack of it. It wasn't drink or drug. It wasn't interpersonal relationship related. But I finally pinned it down: I was reading "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy and it was making me depressed. But in a good way.

Dennis Hopper Did It In "Apocalypse Now"

Dennis Hopper did it in "Apocalypse Now." Then Brad Pitt did it in "12 Monkeys." Jeremy Davies did it in Soderbergh's remake of "Solaris." James Franco will do it in "Pineapple Express." And I am going to do it in my job interview tomorrow morning.

Cleanliness Is (Nothing) Next To Godliness

In New York City, the street cleaners don't operate on religious holidays. Same-side parking rules are suspended during any remotely recognizable day of religious observance.